I came home from the emergency room after losing my baby. My husband looked at me and asked why dinner wasn’t ready… Then he raised his hand again, but someone behind him grabbed his wrist.

His mother, Margaret, sat beside him, scrolling through her tablet.

«Finally,» she said without looking up. «We had to order pizza because you disappeared.»

I leaned against the wall to keep myself from collapsing.

«I was at the hospital.»

Ethan tossed the controller onto the table.

«Do you know what time it is? I come home from work, and dinner isn’t even ready.»

«I called you.»

«I was busy.»

I looked at him, trying to speak without crying.

«I lost the baby, Ethan.»