A deep breath was taken, standing still with a hand behind my back. I looked up, the doctor staring at me, taking his time and not rushing us. Emma was taken to the children’s room. My hand in Marci’s, squeezing tight where I drew strength. Another deep breath was taken, everything seeming so distant as I tried to just keep breathing. I took a step then another and another and found myself standing.
I stood just next to him, stood staring at him lay there looking so pale as if he was in pain. Was he in pain?
The tear escaped as my body bent, my head falling on the crook his neck where I lay it. How could he ever forgive me?
“I am so sorry.” The words tore through him, a hand on my back as I sat on the bed, laying on him. The machines were beating, his chest moving and giving
