I’d experienced light bleeding. Our doctor assured us the baby was fine, but after two previous miscarriages, we had both panicked.
Adrian said he came home intending to tell me about Maren.
Then he found me crying on the bathroom floor.
“So you decided I was too fragile to know the truth?”
“I told myself I’d wait until your next scan.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No.”
“Then the anatomy scan.”
He nodded.
“But you didn’t.”
“No.”
“Then when?”
His shoulders fell.
“I don’t know.”
That was the most honest answer of
