Six weeks after the miscarriage, I was still dressing in ways that would hide the trauma I’d been through.
That was how Marcus and I ended up outside Brianna’s apartment on a Thursday night, holding an engagement card his aunt had mailed to our house by mistake.
Her door was cracked open.
She was in the kitchen with her phone on speaker, laughing with her best friend, Tasha.
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