The voices on the other end kept echoing in his ears.
Only now did he understand how much he had done wrong.
He crouched and picked up the phone with shaking hands.
"Hello? Are you listening? What do you want us to do with your baby's remains?"
"Keep them." For once, his voice held a note of certainty. "I'm on my way to the hospital right now."
He ended the call and ran to his car.
As he drove, he struggled with disbelief and regret. He couldn't stop thinking about Monica's pregnancy.
When she first tested positive, they held each other in the bathroom, looking into each other's tear-filled eyes.
He was finally going to be a father.
Later, when she had morning sickness, he had worried about her, searching for advice and home remedies.
His vision blurred behind the wheel. Tears sl
