#Chapter 271 – A Cry in the Forest

Ella My breath starts to come short and fast now as I press my hand desperately to my stomach, seeking that connection somewhere within me. But I feel like I’m grasping through empty air, my fingers searching for any touch, any tie, and coming up empty. “Ella,” Sinclair murmurs, tightening his hands against my back. “Calm down – the doctors say that it’s okay, that he’s still with us –“ “Still with us,” I growl, my teeth clenched as I try to manifest that damn connection, to make it appear even when it stubbornly refuses to present itself. “How can he still be with us if I can’t feel him?” Sinclair shushes me softly again, a soft rushing sound that – despite my desperation – makes me open my eyes and look at him. My fear comes rushing in then, wiping out my anger and frustration. “Dominic, what does it mean?” I ask, my voice trembling. “If the doctor’s say they have a heartbeat – but we can’t feel him?” “I don’t know, Ella,” he responds, his own voice low with