Whitney's absence left a shadow over everything. I knew I should have been happy — there were two lives growing inside me, and joy should have come naturally. But grief doesn't ask permission, and mine had settled in like it intended to stay.
I followed the nutritionist's plan without missing a meal. The morning sickness had passed. On the outside, everything looked fine. But every time I woke up, something felt hollowed out, like a piece of me hadn't made it back from the cliff that day. I'd lost interest in almost everything, and I was sleeping more than I should have been. I couldn't name what was wrong with me. I just knew something was.
