It is 3am, still pitch-black outside. Feeling a growling stomach, she tip-toes into the kitchen, makes a piece of toast, and warms up a cup of milk. As she sits down to take her first sip, she pauses.
The big belly is gone.
The baby is gone.
What is the point of this?
She puts the cup down, turns around and climbs to bed. In there, she curls up, in pain, eyes wide open….