The next morning, Derek runs in on Ben in his living room. He looked dejected and lost in thought.
"Ben, is everything okay?"
Ben looked up at his friend a bit startled as he hadn't heard when Derek walked in. The news he had just gotten had thrown him off. His mind still struggling to process it, a torrent of emotions rising within him—anger, sorrow, and a flicker of something he wasn’t ready to call regret.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Derek probed, as he sat opposite him, a concerned look on his face.
"I just got a call." Ben answered subtly, his voice barely above a whispered.
"What was it about?" Derek demanded.
"Cassandra..., she lost the baby." Ben answered
The news came like a sudden gust extinguishing a fragile flame. Derek sat frozen for a few seconds.
"Oh, Ben..
