You looked at the sleeping 26 year old, trying not to think about the similarities to Sarah. Part of you wished they were harder to see, as all they did was remind you of who you had lost. Your wife, while close to the same height had been a fair bit heavier than Maria - though that wasn't hard since Maria looked like she wasn't eating enough. Not surprising seeing as she was a single mother raising two children. She stirred slightly though still unconscious, the subtle changes in the expression on her narrow face, framed with long ginger curls was a painful reminder of Sarah's. Even if the details and colors didn't match up correctly.
From behind you, you could hear someone walk in, a small voice asking "Is mommy going to be alright mister?"
A glance back would show Maria's brother Sean carrying little Katlyn, while Liam watched you, waiting for an answer. It was the closest thing to a family she had, and you were having a hard time not feeling like dirt for your part in all this.
"Yeah, She'll be okay." you lied, barely able to keep your voice even. They wouldn't understand, they couldn't. Even if their uncle had tried to explain it to them, which you doubted, they were still just kids, the older of the two no more than five. How do you tell a five year old his mother is dead and there's someone else in her body?
"How're you holdin up through all this?" Sean asked, siting down, looking almost more concerned for you than for his niece and nephew.
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