When I woke from the haze of anesthesia, a nurse was standing beside my bed changing the IV bag.
"You'd been under too much stress already," she explained gently. "Then the emotional shock triggered the miscarriage. We couldn't save the baby."
She glanced toward the door before frowning slightly. "Where's your husband? Why didn't he come with you?"
For a moment, I simply rested a hand against my stomach. Then I answered quietly, "Dead."
Tessa sat beside the hospital bed clutching my phone in both hands. When she saw me wake up, she hurried closer and carefully handed it over.
"Mommy, Daddy called lots of times," she whispered timidly. "He sounded really worried about us. I told him we were at the hospital."
Then her voice grew even softer. "Mommy... did I do something wrong?"
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