MIRA

Jackson doesn’t speak on the car ride home. He stares right out the window the entire time, one hand bracing against his ribs where the doctors wrapped tight bandages.

When he lunged to catch me during the miscarriage, he collided hard with the marble floor and the pain worsened after the hospital overnight stay. A hairline fracture. Bruising across half his torso. They warn him to move carefully, but he doesn’t. Instead, He moves like a man who refuses to accept pain belongs to ...