“What’s wrong with you?” she asked. It must have been the saddest song I’ve ever heard. Can’t even remember what it was.
It was her question that made me sink. Literally felt the wave of black flush over me as I melted into the seat. I wanted to disappear. Dissolved right along with the pain that was seeping out of my broken body. Mind numbing.
Distorted reality told them I was okay. Delusion was bliss for them.
But my undeveloped baby lying dead in a bedpan, next to a bloody hospital bed. That stayed with me.
Moral of the Story 