I stared at my reflection in the mirror and tilted my head. I touched my stomach gently, and the small bump stood out.
How could they say my baby was dead when I still clearly felt her growing in there? It was impossible. I'd never felt so close to the baby as I did then.
I touched the scar gently; it was where the bullet had pierced my skin. I shut my eyes tightly as the memory flitted through my mind.
The look on Tony's face as he shot me. I grabbed the vase beside the mirror and smashed it hard on the glass, sending the pieces flying across the room.
The door burst open and Tara's wide gaze landed on me.
"What happened?" she asked.
I shrugged. "The mirror shattered."
She walked over to me and pulled me aside.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Of course," I smiled.
"Go lie down while I take care of this," she instructed.
