Shattered

by Gabrielle Lord

  Into Gemma’s mind came a memory of a forgotten nightmare – a massive meteorite hurtling through deep space. Perhaps this was the meteorite from the dream, breaking up instead of threatening her, showering a blessing instead of catastrophe.

  Gemma leaned to kiss her baby’s soft eyelids.

  ‘I thought it was a great sign,’ said Mike. ‘Three lucky stars.’

  Gemma blinked and attempted a smile. She nearly told Mike that in the old days, such signs were read as portents of disaster. Instead, she made a silent promise that she would do everything in her power to make a good life for herself, her baby and this man beside her. Then she turned back to her sleeping son.

  ‘Lucky stars,’ she repeated. ‘We should thank them.’