WrenI stare into space, eyes blank but my heart…my heart is heavy.I’d known even before I was rushed into surgery. I’d known my baby wouldn’t make it, but I hoped.God, I held onto hope and I prayed…I really, really did.Another tear spills from my eyes, across the bridge of my nose and it soaks the pillows.And then, I hear the door open but I don’t turn. Not even when I hear the tentative tap of footsteps.The bed sinks under the weight of the person, and when I feel a hand rest on my arm, I break.It’s Ezra.The sobs spill from my throat a little louder, the tears fall a little faster. “I’m s-sorry,” I cry. “I’m so…so sorry.”He gently squeezes me. “You’ve got nothing, sweetheart, nothing to apologize for.”His voice is a thick rasp, hoarse, that shows he’s been crying. I lost our baby. I couldn’t protect our baby. I couldn’t protect….him. Him.He was going to be a boy…I felt it.We didn’t even get enough time with him, but he was already everything to me…to us.“I’m the one
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