Ashley
The afternoon light filtered through the lace curtains of Zach's grandparents' house.
I watched as my son toddled across the yard, his chubby hands reaching for fallen leaves, his laughter momentarily lifting the heaviness that had settled over all of us.
Zach stood near the old oak tree, hands in his pockets, pretending to be present while I knew his mind wandered to places I couldn't follow.
Last night, when everyone had left the dinner table and Zach and I were alone, I immediately excused myself, using my son as an excuse, because I knew I wasn't ready to face the truth in my heart yet. Zach just kept looking at me with longing in his eyes.
We had come here to heal, to somehow find our footing again after losing our unborn child. Zach and I had agreed, for our Harvey's sak
