My heart was breaking in ways it hadn't before. As we all arrived at my home nobody was talking. The silence was to much as I ran through the recesses of my mind looking to hide in my box reality becoming to much to bear. Jez emerged and took over whilst I stayed in my isolation.
Days had passed and Jez had kept the lead as I refused to emerge. Social workers came and went frequently from false complaints. We both felt the pain of our loss as the miscarriage had begun, like the doctor told me it would. I was never religious despite having been raised Catholic. But I found myself praying all the same. Praying for the pain to stop, for my baby to be at peace having never known them but wishing with every fiber of my being that it wasn't so. Nearly 2 full weeks had passed but I still refused
