Chapter 35

Abigail

I sat by the fire, just staring and holding my stomach. I couldn’t even think, I could only cry. I had found some of Grayson’s shirts and his notebook amongst our things and I clung to them as if they could save me or bring him back.

The shirts still smelled like him, so they were of some comfort. They’ll be good to have when I grow too large for my own shirts. The notebook had been more of a diary for him, and it made me both happy and sad to read what he had written about his love for me, and his plans for our future.

Gods, I missed him so much.

I don’t know why I stopped speaking, it wasn’t a conscious decision. Nothing I said would bring Grayson back. Nothing would change the fact that the whole lifetime we had planned together was ruined in one second. One act of magic, and everything was gone. All our plans, our hopes for a family, our happiness. All gone.

I didn’t want to tell the others about the baby until I had to. I wanted to be certain, because the last thin