Christy's POV
The silence in my room was thick and suffocating, the kind that pressed against your ears and made you too aware of your own breathing.
I was curled up against the headboard of my bed, knees drawn up slightly, and my hand rested over my stomach.
It was still flat, nothing about my body had changed on the outside, but I knew what was happening inside. That thought alone made my touch linger, my palm moving in slow circles as if I could somehow comfort the little heartbeat I knew was there.
A baby….. Mine and Kendrick's baby .
The thought alone was enough to make my throat tighten and my eyes sting.
So much had happened in such a short time. It was simply too much. It was like I had been swept into a storm and dropped in the middle of nowhere, expected to pick up all the broken pieces and keep walking.
I tried to tell myself I could handle it, that I was strong enough, but the truth is my heart was breaking in too many directions at once.
