Her hands curl into tight fists, and at last she stops fighting her tears. She sobs, breathless and angry, frustrated and defeated, every ounce of grief she never allowed herself to feel pouring out of every pore.
If not for his body, she might have collapsed on the floor, head to the hardwood in 'prayer'. But her face meets the folds of his skin-warmed shirt instead.
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Her hands curl into tight fists, and at last she stops fighting her tears. She sobs, breathless and angry, frustrated and defeated, every ounce of grief she never allowed herself to feel pouring out of every pore.
If not for his body, she might have collapsed on the floor, head to the hardwood in 'prayer'. But her face meets the folds of his skin-warmed shirt instead.
"I can't. I lost the baby!"