Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 107

Astrid’s POV

Nova never left my side. She stayed beside me, keeping me company in this little boring room where silence enveloped us as I secretly grieved on my own.

I curled on my bed, facing the opposite direction as emptiness filled my heart. My eyes remained open, unblinking as I thought of the unborn child that I lost.

I pressed a hand to my still-flat abdomen where my child used to be. The comforting swell that had given her so much joy was already gone. There’s just nothing in there but the unyielding flatness of my own skin.

With a shuddering breath, I closed my eyes, shutting out the world. In the darkness, I allowed my tears to finally fall, mourning not just the child I had lost but also the mother I would never be.

I felt hollow and useless, the emptiness inside me echoing, swallowing me whole in a depressive state.

I know my tears couldn’t bring my baby back. It would never erase how I failed as a mother and the crushing guilt that I couldn’t keep my child safe.

For this mistake, I will only forgive myself once those who killed my child get what they deserve. I will only learn to forgive myself once I see Giselle suffer for her sins with my very own eyes.

“Do you feel alright? Do you feel hurt anywhere?” Nova asked me with concern as she sat behind me, oblivious to my tears.

I held my breath. “I’m alright,” I answered, trying my best to remove traces of tears in my voice.

“You should eat, Astrid. Try to eat at least a little,” Nova insisted as my food ran cold beside her.

Suddenly, the door opened. “Is that how you show your gratitude to us for saving you?” A cold female voice spoke.

“A-Asha,” Nova stuttered as she watched Asha saunter inside the room, towards my saline bag, and make some notes on her tablet.

I wiped my tears away and slowly pushed myself up.

“Do you know how much it cost us to save your life?” Asha’s brows furrowed as she stared down at Astrid, her eyes narrowing to piercing slits. “Are you going to waste all of that by killing yourself to hunger?”

I averted my gaze, my jaw set in stubborn defiance. I know they have spent countless hours tending to me, but in my grief, it all felt so meaningless.