Casper just stood by the door.
He didn’t say anything. Didn’t move closer or look away either.
He watched me like he wanted to speak and couldn’t decide how.
I didn’t give him the chance.
I turned my face toward the wall.
After a few seconds, I heard the door open then close.
The silence he left behind was louder than his voice had ever been.
And I broke.
I cried until my chest hurt. Until my throat felt raw. Till my eyes swelled so badly I could barely see. I pressed my face into the pillow so no one would hear me, as if the hospital walls would judge the sound of a woman who couldn’t even keep her baby alive.
The room felt suffocating.
Every machine beeped like a reminder.
Every white surface looked too clean for what had just happened.
I couldn’t stay there.
If I stayed, I
