Eight Months Before...
Seven months of pregnancy and two weeks.
Still, she felt happy with the mouvement inside of her bully as the first day or maybe more.
She was taking a walk through her neighboorhood in the morning since her doctor recommanded that for an easy delivery.
She was smiling, looking at the beautiful sky, thinking about the many picnics and walks she would start soonly taking with her child.
Whe suddenly, she was hit in the head with a hard metal and fell to the ground getting only a glimpse of the face of her kidnapper, the father who lost everything before slipping into inconsciousness.
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Healing Hearts
Short Story'Rain and let the drops wash away the hurt' in which a woman faces the sadness of losing her baby.
