I carried my fiancée to the car, and I died a little each time she sobbed during that long, long drive to the hospital. Thirty minutes later, we had an answer. They were gentle when they told us Tessa had lost the baby, but that didn’t stop the splintering pain that shot through me every time I looked at the complete devastation in Tessa’s eyes. “I’m sorry, so sorry,” she cried into my chest after the nurse left us alone in the room.
Very much not your fault
