JasonIt has been days since Kiera talked to me after her dad's funeral. I know that she is hurt. Losing a parent is never easy for anyone. And who knows that better than I do? But seeing Kiera all so lost and mourning for days feels like a curse on my existence. She doesn't talk to anyone except Aria; she keeps her door closed in her room, always locked. She even stopped sharing the same bed with me. I don't know why she is doing all these things and what she would be doing with her father's death, but is it my fault? Then why is she punishing me by separating herself from me? And more than that, what worries me is her leukemia and the baby that is growing inside her belly. I feel helpless and unsure of how to support her during this difficult time.I would lie if I said I was not happy when the doctor said Kiera was pregnant, but that happiness only lasted for a minute or so, and then, like a bomb, the news of her cancer crushed my heart into pieces. After all these years of losing

Kiera"I will never ask anything from you, not even your love, but please abort the child." Jason's words keep echoing in my mind, pleading with me to make a decision that I never thought I would have to face.I put my hand on my belly and felt a surge of conflicting emotions, unsure of what to do next. The weight of this choice feels heavier with each passing moment, leaving me torn between my own desires and the wishes of the man I once loved.I am pregnant with my and Jason's child, but Jason keeps telling me to abort the child, but I can't do this. No matter what, I want to give this child a chance at life, despite the difficult circumstances."Dad, do you also think that I should abort the baby?" I asked, staring at him with tears in my eyes."Dad, I need your guidance now more than ever," I whispered, hoping for some clarity in this overwhelming situation. But I know he can't answer the question for me.I stare at his grave, feeling lost and alone, wishing he were still here to

JasonMy heart raced as I pushed the ignition button on my car, determined to get to her side as quickly as possible. The thought of Kiera in pain was unbearable, and I knew I needed to be there for her no matter what."Daddy, what happened to mommy?" I tried to keep my voice steady. I didn't scare my daughter. She was only six years old, and I didn't want to alarm her with the news of her mother's accident."Aria, everything is fine; Daddy has some work to do, but we'll go see Mommy soon," I reassured her, trying to keep my own fear in check. "Why don't you spend some time with your Uncle Kevin today? I'm sure he'd love to play with you." Aria's face lit up at the mention of her uncle, and I felt a wave of relief, knowing she would be distracted and happy in his company.I called Kevin, as he was in the office, and asked if he could spend the day with Aria. He happily agreed, and I felt grateful for his willingness to help out during this difficult time. These past few days, Kevin ha

KieraI scan the space that was once my home, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over me as I remember the memories that were made within those walls.I have ten years of life in these places, each corner holding a different story or emotion that shaped who I am today.I saw my mother die here; her last breath was taken in the very room I stand in now. The walls may hold memories, but they also hold pain and loss that I carry with me every day.This is the place where I mend my relations with my father and where I learned to forgive and let go of the past. I have nine months to carry my baby in this home, feeling her grow and kick inside me as I prepare for motherhood.The walls witnessed my tears of joy and fear when I first brought my baby here and introduced her to the place that holds so much history for me. This is the same home where she was kidnapped by a stranger. I never felt so helpless and terrified in my life, but the day I lost Aria, I felt like losing a piece of myself. T

JasonBlood was leaking from her body, but how could this have happened? My thoughts were a jumbled mess as I frantically stared at nothing but my hands, stained with Kiera's blood."No..." I shouted, feeling a wave of panic and guilt wash over me. "No…""Sir… Keep calling it a hospital," the bystander said, pulling a hand on my shoulder as I continued to stare at my hands in shock."She was bleeding," I mumbled, feeling the weight of the situation sink in. "All this time she was alone, bleeding, and I couldn't do anything for her," I said to myself, feeling a sense of helplessness and regret consume me."Sir, you need to calm down," the bystander urged, trying to get my attention."Calm down…." I suspected whose hand was on my shoulder, feeling a surge of anger mixed with sorrow. "My wife is here dying, and you are telling me to calm down." Tears began to well up in my eyes as the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks.The bystander's words seemed to fade into the back