Weak cries

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I stared helpless at my dead, pregnant wife. Her blood soaked the ground that seeped from her head. Someone had broken into our home and shot the love of my life. My whole futures lied lifeless on the ground. The police were on their way, but she was already gone. There was no taking this back. I froze once I heard muffled cries in the silence. I looked down at the body and realized where the sound was coming from. My wife's stomach.

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