met me at the church entrance. His face
child. We n
air thick with the smell of
e community is. This anger... it's not healthy.
" I said, my voice empty. "
r miscarriage... it's understandable to be lost
e didn't know tragedy.
en standing there for an hour, just staring at the empty c
softer now. It was the voice he use
yesterday. I know
n't a
comes, things will settle down. I'll buy you that new car y
buy my silence. T
b. "This isn't helping, S
dically taking the crib apart. The screech of the screws being undone was the only s
The pain was so sharp it felt like ice
of the beautiful white crib
wiping his hands
o look at him, my
t of my
house too
ng," I said
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