Cold air from the hallway slipped through the open door.
I lowered my head and sipped my water, letting the bitter taste spread across my tongue.
In the end, I wasn't able to save the baby.
"Adrian, the lab report was on the living room coffee table yesterday afternoon." I lifted my head. "You threw your coat over it yourself. Then you told me to put plain white sheets on the bed in the primary bedroom because Sylvia was particular about colors."
He went rigid as though struck by lightning, every trace of color draining from his face.
His lips trembled. He tried to explain, but every word lodged in his throat.
"I... I didn't know..." he said with difficulty, his eyes full of remorse. "If I'd known it was a lab report, I never would've gone to the airport. Ivy, I swear I wouldn't have
