V A L E R I E
It’s been one week since the little progress with Giovanni, but since then, there has been no more. The doctors had already warned me, told me it would be a slow and unpredictable process. But a week of silence after that one spark of hope was starting to wear me down.
I still came every day. I still talked to him, held his hand, and read to him. But the desperation was starting to creep in, a cold, creeping fear that that one squeeze was the last flicker of a dying candle, not the dawn of a new day.
Today, I was exhausted. I hadn't slept properly in a week, my dreams a jumbled mess of car crashes and hospital rooms and bad hospital food.
Today, I was with Phoenix. I had missed my baby, been so worried about his father that I haven’t really had the chance to be a mother
