But only one survived.
At least, that’s what they told me.
They said there were complications. As if that could ever explain the emptiness in my arms.
I never even got to see her.
Michael and I whispered her name—Eliza—like a fragile secret we carried together. But time didn’t heal us. It changed us.
Eventually, Michael left. Maybe he couldn’t bear my grief. Or maybe he couldn’t face his own.
And so it became just me and Junie… and the quiet shadow of the daughter I never got to know.
