One Missed Call Killed Our Baby

Chapter 12

Andrew and I stood in the cemetery, Claire's lifeless body lying between us. The echo of the gunshot still rang in my ears. What just happened? The police would be here soon, but for now, it was just the two of us, and the silence that followed the storm.

"Emily," Andrew said, his voice shaky. "This might be the last time you'll see me. I know it's a lot to ask, but I need you to know how sorry I am."

I stared at him, my heart heavy. His apologies felt empty now.

"Andrew, Matthew's death is unforgivable," I said, my voice cold. "Yes, Claire manipulated you, but you made your own choices. You chose her over our son. You failed Matthew when he needed you most."

Andrew nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. "I understand. I don't expect your forgiveness. I just want you to know how deeply I regret everything. I wish you well."

I turned away, the weight of grief and anger still heavy in my chest. "Goodbye, Andrew. I hope you find peace, but I don't know if I'll ever find mine."

As the police arrived and took Andrew into custody, a strange sense of relief washed over me. With Claire gone, part of the weight lifted. But the ache for Matthew, for my son, remained as strong as ever.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Life moved on, but the pain of Matthew's loss stayed with me. One day, I found myself standing at the train station where Matthew had died. As I stood there, my eyes caught sight of a little boy, around six years old, playing near the tracks. He was full of energy, so much like Matthew.

Panic surged through me. I looked around for the boy's parents, but there was no one in sight. For a moment, I hesitated. But then, the train's horn blared. The boy was too close to the tracks. My heart raced as I ran toward him.

"Get away from there!" I yelled, but he didn't hear me. The train was getting closer, the sound growing louder. My heart was in my throat. I reached him just in time, yanking him away from the edge as the train thundered past, so close I could feel the rush of air.

I held the boy tightly, my pulse still racing. "Oh, God!" I gasped, barely able to catch my breath. The boy looked up at me with wide, grateful eyes.

"Thank you, lady," he said, his voice full of innocence and gratitude.

Tears filled my eyes as I held him, my heart breaking and healing at the same time. I thought of Matthew, of how much I missed him.

"Baby, Mom saved you this time," I whispered, my voice trembling. I didn't know if I'd ever heal, but in that moment, it felt like I had saved something , maybe even myself.