And just like that, they walked away, leaving me broken on the ledge as if I were already gone.
For nearly two hours, I lay there between life and death.
The cold sank deeper into my body with every passing minute. Darkness pulled at my vision, tempting me to give in. But every time I started slipping away, I felt a faint movement beneath my hands.
My baby was still alive.
That tiny reminder kept me breathing.