DAMIEN 

I was mad.  

Not just angry—furious. The kind of fury that starts deep in your chest and burns until it’s the only thing keeping you upright.  

My knuckles were white on the steering wheel the entire drive home. Every red light felt like an insult, every second another reminder of what I’d just lost. 

Our baby. 

The words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. She lost the baby. 

I still couldn’t believe it. I’d stood there in that hospital hallway like an ...