Letters to Liam

v.

Dear Liam,

I went to the doctor again today. Turns out there was something wrong with me. I'm pregnant.

I know I should be screaming with joy, and I hope you are, but I can't do that because you were supposed to be here.

You were supposed to hold my stomach and talk to it. You were supposed to sing to it at night, and take picture as my tummy grew. But you're not here and you can't do that.

All I can think about is, what if you're not here during birth? What if I have to have Sarah there, because you're not? I can't raise a baby alone.

I still haven't told Sarah about the baby, and I don't intend to. I'm scared of her reaction. I don't think she'll take the news well, seeing as she keeps repeating "He's dead!" all the time.

I think she's going nuts.

I miss you so much.

Yours always,
Polly.