The Night of Miscarriage

Elowen

The thunder crashed outside like it was determined to split the world in two. I woke up gasping, clutching my abdomen as pain tore through me.

Not a normal pain—this was different. Sharper. More urgent.

“Ah! No… not again!” I cried out, my voice drowned by another roar of thunder.

Lightning flashed, illuminating my small bedroom in the isolated cabin where Dorian had insisted I stay. “For your protection,” he’d said. What a cruel joke that seems now.

The pain intensified, radiating through my lower body.