Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 5

Jason abruptly rose from the sofa, disregarding Sophia entirely, his eyes filled with intense worry and anxiety. Mere moments ago, he had received another urgent message from Ada. Jason! I’m in excruciating pain, and I see blood.]

Realizing he had to hurry to check on Ada, Jason turned to Sophia and said, “I just remembered Grandma called this afternoon, asking me to visit her after returning to the country. You should rest soon, and don’t stay up late watching television. I probably won’t be back tonight.”

With that, he didn’t wait for her response. He walked briskly to the door, each step laden with a sense of urgency.

Observing his hurried departure, Sophia couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. However, her laughter swiftly transformed into bitterness as tears welled in her eyes, tracing silent paths down her cheeks. ‘I couldn’t get him to stay, after all? He didn’t even let me finish a sentence.” she thought with a pang of resignation, the weight of his abrupt departure settling heavily upon her.

“Jason, do you still remember our child, the one who died on the operating table?” Sophia’s voice was barely above a whisper, choked with emotion. “And tomorrow… do you recall? It’s her death anniversary.” Tears continued to cascade down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the enduring pain etched within her heart.

The following day, Sophia lingered at the cemetery’s entrance, her patience stretching from the break of dawn to the cloak of dusk, yet Jason failed to appear. As twilight surrendered to darkness, she reluctantly opened the car door, cradling the toys intended for her daughter, her heart heavy with disappointment.

Under the shroud of night, the cemetery assumed an unsettling stillness, broken only by the haunting cries of a few vultures circling in the night sky above the sprawling grounds. Her daughter’s grave, positioned at the farthest corner, lay adorned with a black, wordless tombstone, standing sentinel amidst the shadows of the night.

Though Sophia had been merely two months pregnant when she miscarried, she had insisted on preserving the fetus intact. Thus, interred beneath the tombstone lay the tangible remnants of her beloved daughter.

womb. Yet amidst all these thoughts, sorrow washed over her as she realized that he likely had entirely forgotten about her poor child who was resting in the

the grave, Sophia slowly squatted down, tenderly placing the toys from her hands onto the ground. Her fingertips grazed the icy surface of the tombstone, an indescribable pain spreading

be so cold underground,” her voice choking up. “Hang in there a little longer. Mommy will be with

cold of the winter night seeped into Sophia’s bones, and within a mere thirty minutes, her entire body was gripped

accompanied by the echoing calls of

Her

found herself lying in the back of a car.

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before turning to the person in the

other than the cemetery caretaker she had encountered before. “Did you carry my

from the cold. If I hadn’t intervened, you

murmuring her thanks before inquiring. “Where are you taking me?”

home, and he probably didn’t know her address either. The middle–aged man deftly steered the car towards a

only use your phone to contact your husband. A woman answered the

feeling the