Please wake up.

Abigail had no idea about her severe condition. She instinctively reached to her tummy, her heart sinking at the prospect of losing her baby. Tears seeped through her eyes silently, her helplessness threatening to consume her.

Deep down, she knew that for the sake of her baby and Christopher, she needed to find strength in patience and hope for a brighter outcome.

Abigail's world had contracted to the life growing within her, and in that moment, her baby became her sole focus. She gently cradled her tummy, a wellspring of love and worry coursing through her. The threat of losing her child hung heavily over her heart, and she couldn't bring herself to utter her fears aloud, afraid that her anxiety might somehow harm the tiny life nestled inside her.

Tears filled her eyes again, unspoken emotions etched across her face. Her helplessness was palpable as she grappled with the overwhelming fear of losing the one precious thing she held dear.