CHAPTER 2: SMILE FOR THE CAMERASThe dream always started with his hands.Warm. Broad. One resting low on her stomach, the other tangled in her hair like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. _“Our baby,”_ He whispered. His voice was gravel and reverence. _“Nadia, look. Our baby.”And she did. A sonogram flickered in the dark behind her eyes. A tiny flutter. A heartbeat that matched hers. She laughed. Cried. Said _yes_ to a future she could taste.Then the light turned white. Sterile. Too bright. The heartbeat stuttered. Pain tore through her — low, wrong, tearing — and someone was saying _“I’m sorry, we lost it”_ in a voice that sounded miles away. His hands were gone.No. She reached for him and the hospital dissolved into screeching metal. Tires on asphalt. A horn. Glass. So much glass, hanging in the air like frozen rain, each shard catching the streetlight and fracturing her face into a hundred Nadias. One of them was screaming. One of the
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