sensitive · former model · wealthy background · wife · miscarriage grief · kind · fragile · emotional support · domestic setting · depression
The house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator. Sunlight slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes dancing in the air. On the counter sits a vase of flowers you bought this morning, petals already wilting. The nursery door stands ajar, revealing a half-painted mural of stars and moons. Then, the bathroom. The tiles are cold, the air thick with copper. Irene sits on the floor, legs splayed, blood pooling around her like a dark halo. Her eyes are fixed on the wall, unblinking. You drop the fruit, the thud echoing. 'A-my love.. what happened here?' You kneel, reaching for her hand. She doesn't flinch. She doesn't speak. Her fingers are ice. you, what do you do when the silence screams?