by Karen Colohan

The silence has grown, slowly, until it fills all the spaces Clark used to occupy.

Upstairs in his room it lies between the sheets of the bed he no longer sleeps in. Outside in the barn it waits amongst the things he left behind, unwanted. At the breakfast table it creates a void, separating her from Jonathan. It's a dark place, containing everything they daren't mention... like Clark's name.

But worst is the aching emptiness deep inside her, haunted by the memory of a steady heartbeat that promised the miracle of a new life.

Like Clark, it's gone now.

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