Fatal affair

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Billie laid in the hospital bed with the news that her baby died a couple of hours ago. She didn't know how to feel. She felt numb and empty. She was sick to her stomach. The feeling of throw up settled in the bottom of her throat.

Billie's voice quivered with a mix of anger, heartbreak, and disbelief as she confronted her father, her words laced with raw emotion, "How could you?"

The pain of not being granted the opportunity to see her own baby before she was cruelly taken away from her mother was an indescribable agony that tore through her soul. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the depth of her sorrow.

In that moment, Billie felt as though her world had crumbled around her.

The joyous anticipation of holding her precious child, of witnessing those first moments of life, had been replaced by an overwhelming sense of loss and emptiness.

The absence of that connection, that bond between a mother and her baby, was an ache that consumed her every waking moment.

Billie's heart longed for answers, for a glimpse of understanding in her father's eyes. She searched for solace, for some semblance of closure amidst the storm of emotions raging within her.

The weight of this devastating loss threatened to suffocate her, leaving her gasping for breath as she grappled with the unfathomable reality of the situation.

It was in those tear-stained moments that Billie realized the depth of her love for her baby, a love that transcended time and space. She vowed to hold onto the memories she had, the fleeting moments of connection and joy that she cherished.

Though her heart ached with the pain of separation, she found solace in the knowledge that her love would endure, even in the absence of physical presence.

As the tears continued to flow, Billie sought comfort in the arms of loved ones, in the warmth of their embrace and the reassurance of their love.

It was through their unwavering support that she found the strength to navigate the turbulent seas of grief, to slowly piece together the fragments of her shattered heart.

In the midst of this heart-wrenching journey, Billie discovered a resilience she never knew she possessed. She learned to honor the memory of her baby, to carry their spirit with her as she faced each new day.

And though the pain remained, she found solace in the knowledge that her baby's legacy would live on, forever etched in her heart.

Billie's journey towards healing would be a long and arduous one, but she was determined to find peace amidst the chaos. She would hold onto the love she had for her baby, cherishing the precious moments they shared, and finding.

"You took my child away from me without letting me see her. Without letting me touch her. Without letting me kiss her" Billie cried. Billie felt heartbroken at the fact that her child was officially gone.

Gone forever.

"Do you think I would let you see a dead child? You should be happy you survived" he responded.

Billie didn't even want to answer to his foolish response. How could he? Billie thought maybe because he was a father that he would understand where she was coming from. Loosing a child isn't easy.