“She’s cold,” I whispered, awakened by the ghostly cry of an infant echoing in my ears. “In the ground. She must be so cold.” I started to rise, as if to go to her, but Alexander pulled me back into his arms. “No, my love. She’s with her creator now.” Icy tears trailed upon my face. “She never felt me hold her. She must’ve been frightened . . . and alone . . .”
When i say I am literally bawling
