The sound of crying had been echoing non-stop in the room.
Simon stood by the door, barely moving a muscle.
It wasn't until the crying finally quieted down that he glanced at the crushed cigarette in his hand. He tossed it into the trash, pulled out another one, and headed toward the smoking area.
Olivia arrived right after work.
Amelia lay on the hospital bed, all alone, the corners of her eyes still damp.
Olivia forced out an awkward smile. "Honestly, maybe it's better this way. Otherwise... you'd be juggling your mom and a baby all by yourself. That's exhausting."
Amelia had to clench her fists under the blanket just to stop the tears from welling up again. She nodded.
"Yeah, I get it."
Of course she knew her own reality.
Maybe losing the baby really was the
