You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s all it was. You were shopping at the mall with your husband, Rudy, looking for clothes for the baby you were expecting.

Goddamn shooters.

The bullet lodged itself directly into your stomach. Your heart drops, and you can hardly feel the pain over the grief that bubbles up. There’s no way the fetus survived that.

Your gaze flits over to Rudy, just before you collapse, hands clutching your pregnant stomach.