mind, but he went along with her unspoken request.
“Thank you so much for everything, Julie,” Kennedy said. “You’ve been a godsend.”
Julie kissed the top of her head. “Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Nick stood and gave Julie a hug, and then with one last encouraging, “Eat up,” Julie walked out the door.
“Want me to leave you alone to eat?”
“No, stay with me if you don’t mind.” Her eyes dropped to her plate. “In fact, you can help me eat some of this. Julie took ‘you’re eating for two’ quite literally.”
“Eat what you can.”
Nick was pleased to see that she was indeed diving into the meal with gusto. Color was coming back to her pale face, and that lost, shattered look had disappeared from her eyes, at least for a while.
Kennedy had been amazingly strong and brave throughout the funeral. He feared that tomorrow, though, when all the busyness of the last two days had passed, the pain would really take its toll. Trying to get back to normal when life was no longer normal could be hellish.
“That was good, but I don’t think I can eat any more.”
Nick took the tray from her, pleased that she had eaten more than half the meal. “Why don’t you get dressed for bed? Sounds like everyone’s gone. I’ll go lock up for the night.”
“Thanks for everything.”
“I have my clothes in the car. One word from you, and I’ll bunk down in the guest room. It’d make me feel better.”
Again, she shook her head, and her eyes glistened with tears. “This may sound weird, but I just really think I want to be alone to say goodbye to Thomas. Just me and the baby. Okay?”
His chest tight, Nick nodded. “It doesn’t sound weird at all.” And it didn’t. He’d done the same thing the night after his mother’s funeral. He glanced down at her cellphone on the nightstand. “Call me if you need anything. I don’t care what time it is or what you need. I can be here within minutes.”
The sweet smile she gave him kicked him deep in the gut. Nick turned away and grabbed the tray before he did something stupid, like grabbing Kennedy, holding her close and promising nothing would ever hurt her again. He’d long ago given up on making promises he couldn’t keep.
Chapter Four
A whisper of sound woke Kennedy, and she smiled sleepily. Thomas. He was talking in his sleep again. He hadn’t done that in a while. She reached over to touch him as she had so many times in the past. The place where he slept was cold and empty. Frowning, she blinked open sleep-heavy eyes and looked around. The room was dark and still…empty. Where was he? Had he gotten up, and she hadn’t heard him? She twisted her head slightly, and then it hit her, as it had the past three nights. Thomas was gone. She would never be able to touch or hold him again.
She turned to curl up in a tight ball, needing to release the grief. A low, dull pain in her back stopped her. She’d been feeling a little ache there all day but had thought it was because she had been on her feet too much in heels. Now she wasn’t so sure. She reached behind her to rub the spot, and the pain increased. Another one followed, this time in her belly. Frantically, Kennedy placed her hand on her stomach. The baby had quieted down for the past few days, but that was all. She’d just been quiet...nothing more.
The pain hit her again, this time harder. Whatever the problem was, she needed to get to the hospital right away. Nothing could happen to her little girl. She swung her legs off the bed and grabbed her cellphone. Just one key to punch, and she would be in touch with Nick. He would be here within minutes and take her to the hospital. Agony struck. She grabbed her belly, the cellphone dropped from her hand. A streak of fire slashed through her, like the blade of a white-hot knife had been plunged deep within her womb. A warm gush of wetness flooded down her legs. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. It
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