THE SOUND OF ANYA’S LOUD SOB SENDS SOMETHING PAINFUL THROUGH MY CHEST.
I try to bring myself to soothe whatever painful feeling it is, but I’ve barely done so when another sob falls from her lips, this time, even louder than the first.
It’s not a sob caused by pain or fear or even exhaustion. It sounds like something deeper has caused it, and that ‘something’ is not understandable to me.
And I hate — hate — that I can’t bring myself to even understand it. That my brain can’t somehow bring itself to make sense of why my wife is sobbing.
But that doesn’t stop me from reaching out to her. “Baby — ”
I am interrupted by her when she covers her mouth immediately another sob escapes her, as if trying to smoother the sound, her shoulders trembling, and her eyes squeezed shut.
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