Wren

I 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 ...