#Chapter 92 - Baby Shower

I felt utterly beside myself. For the past few days, I felt as though I’d been running on autopilot. Every morning I would get up and try to be functional in some way, but it was terribly difficult. The nursery was all but completed. What I needed was a distraction, something to occupy my time to get my mind off the horrific incident. However, my attention and focus were diminished ever since Chris had been brought to the hospital. And with my pregnancy date nearing, James refused to let me come into work to keep myself occupied at the office. “I’m not having you placed under any more unnecessary stress by having you rush all around the office,” James stated firmly. So, there I was, mulling around the house, continuously falling into a mindless cycle of worry and heartbreaking sadness. All I could think about was Chris... ‘A coma,’ I thought bitterly. I may not be as fluent in medical practices or have a full understanding of this sort of trauma as some people, but what