Lilith & Natalia
Lilith
The cramping had started during the pre-show cocktail hour, like sharp little knives twisting in my lower abdomen. I’d excused myself to the bathroom, thinking it was just nerves or something I’d eaten.
But when I pulled down my underwear, I saw the blood.
And it wasn’t just spotting. It was real blood, bright red and flowing like my body had decided to betray me at the worst possible moment. I stared at the crimson stains on my pale pink dress, ruining the designer gown I’d spent weeks choosing for tonight.
The baby was gone.
White-hot fury lanced through me.
“f**k,” I whispered, grabbing handfuls of toilet paper to try to stop the bleeding. “f*****g hell.”
Six weeks. I’d managed to keep that pregnancy for six weeks before my body had apparently decided to
