Lost Me Gained Regret

Greg noticed the quiet figure in his arms had finally succumbed to sleep.

After confirming she was indeed asleep, he gently placed her on the bed with the utmost care.

He then went to prepare a warm towel, using it to gently wipe away the tear stains on her face.

Afterward, he swiftly showered, slid under the covers, and pulled her back into his embrace.

...

I had a lengthy dream.

It began with meeting my grandmother, recounting the days we spent together.

Followed by kidnappings, explosions...

And then, my grandmother's passing, without me having the chance for a final goodbye.

Whom should I blame?

Blame Mark?

But in the end, I should blame myself.

It was my own lack of ability to protect them.

My grandmother, the children.

The children...

"Jane..."

calling me, standing not far from me, his gaze filled with sorrow as he

unlike anything I had

really not want our

over my belly, "What are you talking about? Our baby is

Greg couldn't

it, that's okay. I just want

explain, but darkness enveloped

before

I saw a little

called me mom, asking why I didn't

to explain, but no sound

cried, drifting further and

like the way my grandmother left me

her,

watch as she

"Don't go—"

abruptly, "My

second, my hand was

behind

okay, Jane, the baby

gradually cleared, and I noticed the room was filled

the front, his hands

and I instinctively reached for

a lot of blood, but the baby is

"Ms. Webster, although the baby is okay this time, it can't endure much more, know losing Ramona has been hard to accept, but for

happens again, I might not be

though I already knew about my grandmother's death, hearing it out loud tore