over the phone. “The baby is lost.” Jack saw no point in cutting his vacation short. Her husband had given no greater rejection. Mourning a child she never got to see or hold, Jackie lay in the hospital absorbing the message that her husband’s absence, the lack of so much as a phone call, had sent. I would rather be off with random women than comforting you. I’m not sad about the baby. Someone else can take care of the funeral. What does it matter? She’s dead.
