By the time Janet was six months pregnant, her belly had grown large, but her frail body had grown weaker still. Sometimes, even standing was a struggle after lying down for so long. Yet ever since that fateful night she woke up, her world had turned utterly black — and utterly unfamiliar.
"Why can't I see anything? Where am I? Who are you?" Even in her dreams, fear gripped her, jolting her awake. Charles stayed by her side day and night, but when she asked those words, the fragile fortress he had built in his heart collapsed with a deafening crash.
Clinging only to the sound of his voice, he whispered ceaselessly into her ear, "Janet, it's okay if you forget me... just please hold on a few more months, alright?"
Just a little longer, he vowed silently. He would be with her, and once those few months passed, he would wrest her back from Death's grasp.
But fate had other plans.
