Hannah
“Noah!”
As Jake and I plummeted toward the churning water below, time seemed to slow to a standstill. The roar of the waterfall faded into the background, and all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart in my chest.
My hand instinctively went to my stomach, where my unborn child had only just taken root a couple of months ago, and for a moment, I was back on the floor of my steamy bathroom all over again.
This couldn’t be happening, I kept telling myself. My child and I were given a second chance at life, only for it to be snuffed out so soon by a man whose only motivation was money.
As we fell, I thought of all the things I would never get to experience—holding my baby for the first time, watching them grow, seeing their first steps… being a mother, fina
