Easter~
The pain didn't announce itself. It didn't build up or give warning. It struck—sudden, ruthless—like a thief slipping through a window in the dead of night.
One moment, I was lying there, dazed and breathless, blinking up at a moon-drenched ceiling that felt both familiar and foreign. My thoughts were a mess—half tangled in the faces I didn't recognize, half drowning in the surreal joy of seeing my baby for the first time. She was beautiful. Tiny, warm, soft against my chest, as if made of stardust and breath. When I held her, for a second, the world had stopped spinning. Everything had felt… right.
Then it hit me.
A blistering heat shot through my body like lightning trapped in my veins. It was fire, pure and unforgiving—crawling under my skin, setting my nerves ablaze. It wasn't pain in the normal sense. It was worse. It felt ancient, wrong, like my very soul was being rewritten against its will.
