Chapter 38

It's been a month since I miscarried and my emotions have been all over the place. The doctor told me it was normal and nothing to be ashamed of. I was slipping into a deep depression, unable and not wanting to do anything other than sit in the room all day and stare out the window.

I sat in between Elijah's legs as he separated my hair into sections, "I think I should use this first," I heard him mumble to himself before he started rubbing whatever it was into my hair. Elijah has been taking care of me this past month. I wasn't able to do anything myself, I couldn't eat because I didn't want to eat. I can't explain why I feel so down, heartbroken, empty, void of life and emotions but I couldn't help it. 

He was talking to himself, and I found it a bit cute, listening to him struggle about treating my hair and rubbing the necessary and appropriate hair products in my hair. I felt him try to gently comb my hair but it didn't work,