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.

daughter’s tomb, Sophia couldn’t help but wonder if Jason was now tenderly cradling Ada, nurturing the life within her 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

of the grave, Sophia slowly squatted down, tenderly placing the toys from her hands onto the ground. Her

up. “Hang in there a

thirty minutes, her entire body was gripped by an

lights flickered, accompanied by the echoing calls of the cemetery

waves of pain. Her consciousness gradually slipped away,

the back of a car. Summoning her strength, she sat up and surveyed the

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person in

caretaker she had encountered

at her and replied, “You fainted from the cold. If

before inquiring. “Where

seem to be her home, and he probably didn’t know her address either. The middle–aged man

only use your phone to contact your husband. A woman answered the call and instructed me to take you to

this, Sophia clenched her fist, feeling the pain in her