The Unconceived Story of a Mother

A short story dedicated to all the families who lost a loved one

A nightmare does not leave me, feels like being handcuffed to the shadow on a sunny day. The warmth of day is incapable of melting the low key, almost hidden, coldness under my skin. I wake up on my bed in the middle of night with heavy gasping and shivering all over my body like something has been taken away from me, irreparably. The view from the window is still dark and distant stars are patrolling over the sky. Still crime happe...