Hearts Torn Asunder

By Sherzahd

Sometimes when hope is lost, it is hard to get it back... but even in our darkest hour, there is always a chance that it will shine its light back into our hearts...

Josh and Madison are the perfect couple, but even true love can change like the seasons. A shattered dream causes their marriage to take an unexpected plunge toward a silent grave. Can they manage to pull it back from the precipice?

Find out in this tale of love, heartache and miracles.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sherzahd
• Release date: May 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476222356

Sherzahd

Born and raised in beautiful Cape Town, I've always found the surrounding mountains and oceans to be a source of inspiration. A poet at heart, I have recently begun branching out by trying my hand at writing prose and short stories of all genres.I do hope that you enjoy reading my stories even half as much as I enjoy writing them.

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Hearts Torn Asunder

By Sherzahd

Copyright © 2012 by Sherzahd

Published at Smashwords

Special Thanks To…

Cover Artist Extraordinaire – Alex Fenris

Amazingly Talented Editor – Vanessa Finaughty

This book is a work of fiction. All characters, places and incidents are fictitious and the product of the author’s over-active imagination. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Do you think the world would notice

If one flower failed to bloom?

Or if one snowflake melted

Before it touched the ground?

Never being given the chance to find

Its place beneath the sun.

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I don’t see a heartbeat, I said with an understated urgency as my searching eyes darted between my husband, my doctor and the monitor. I don’t see a heartbeat!

I got no response from either of them, nor could they meet my eyes. Josh squeezed my hand reassuringly, his gaze never leaving the monitor as Dr. Chang continued to move the cold, wet probe in firm arcs across my abdomen. My eyes moved back to the screen, searching the dull grey and white lines for any sign of life, blinking back tears as every second robbed me of another tiny sliver of hope. My heart sank as I caught an exchanged look of mutual understanding between the two men standing beside me.

That would not be the first time. We had suffered four miscarriages over the past seven years, making this