My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

us, refusing to land, refusing to become real.

I’d felt the baby move just yesterday. Tiny flutters against my ribs. Proof of life growing inside me.

Now there was nothing. Just emptiness where promise used to be.

My husband Michael sat beside my bed. He was hunched forward, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands.

To anyone watching, he looked devastated.continue reading …