Six The Lost
Catalina’s POV
When I woke up, I was in the hospital, and I couldn’t remember what had happened. The last thing I recalled was Sophia stabbing me, followed by smoke and fire..
Someone had come in and taken me away
before I lost consciousness.
I touched my stomach and muttered, “I hope you’re okay, my baby,” despite the pain from the wound on my side.
I was exhausted and felt unwell, unable to think about anything but sleep to regain my strength.
As I was closing my eyes, the door opened, and my eyes widened when I saw my brother Chris walk in, holding a fruit basket and smiling brightly at me.
“How are you feeling, Cat?” he asked, using a nickname I hadn’t heard in nearly
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seven years.
“Why are you here, Chris?” I asked, shocked. He placed the fruit basket on the table and smiled at me with a longing in his green eyes, eyes just like mine.
“Aren’t you happy to see your older brother? Still stubborn?” he grinned and stood beside the bed, instinctively caressing my forehead and sliding his hand through my hair. There was sadness, pity, and anger in his eyes.
“I wasn’t expecting you. Who called you here? No one knew you were my brother,” I said.
“When you left so suddenly, I hired someone to find you. It took me three years, and I didn’t expect to find you married to a mafia, Cat. Are you out of your mind? Of all people, a mafia?” He raked his hair in frustration.
“When you got kidnapped, I asked for help to infiltrate and get you out before the
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fire consumed you and…” Chris stopped talking.
“And what?” I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my groin stopped me. My heart. raced, and a chill ran through me as I looked at my brother with sadness in my eyes.
“Tell me, Chris,” I whispered fearfully. “Is my baby okay, please?”
He couldn’t look at me, and my heart shattered as tears warmed my eyes.
“Tell me, Chris, please, that my baby is fine,” I begged, my voice struggling.
“I’m sorry, Cat. The doctors tried, but…” He sighed heavily, and his words felt like a knife cutting me in half.
I stared at him, blinking once, twice, three times, again and again, my lips trembling.
“Don’t worry, you can get pregnant again, Cat. You can
I cut him off with a shout of anger and
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pain. “Get pregnant again? Seriously, Chris! Are you that insensitive? It’s my child! My baby! Not just a thing!” Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed, choking on my grief.
“I’m sorry, Cat. I didn’t mean it,” he said, his voice trembling with pain.
I sniffled, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach. I tried not to cry, but the pain was too much, too overwhelming.
My love betrayed me.
My love punished me.
And my baby… my baby is gone.
A sob tore through me as I clutched the bedsheet in my hand, the despair suffocating. I had planned everything for my baby. It was the one thing that gave me hope, the light I clung to even after Javier‘ s betrayal.
And now, it’s gone.
I don‘ t even know why I’m still
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breathing.
“I want my baby back. I want my baby back,” I begged, my voice breaking as my brother Chris tried to hold me. I shoved him away. “I want my baby back, Chris! Tell that doctor to bring my baby hack!” I screamed, my cries echoing through the
room.
I curled into myself, my arms wrapped around my stomach as if holding onto what wasn’t there anymore. The emptiness was unbearable.
A week had passed, and I sat by the car window, my head resting against the glass. as I watched the trees blur by. I felt… nothing. Like every piece of me was gone, even my soul.
“You‘ re coming home, Cat,” Chris said softly from beside me. I didn’t respond. I just kept staring out the window, lifeless.
I’d been discharged earlier that day–the day my baby was taken from me. The day I
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lost myself.
No one could understand. No one could.
feel this pain unless they had lost the one thing they loved more than anything.
“Mom and Dad miss you so much as well Rina,” Chris added, his voice filled with a cautious tenderness. I heard him, but my body was too tired to react. Too consumed by this sickness inside me, this gnawing emptiness eating away at what was left of
- me.
“When you’re ready, someone wants to meet you,” he said quietly.
