22 August 2026

My daughter called me in tears and said, “Dad, please come pick me up.” When I got to her in-laws’ house…

I frowned. “What happened before?”

Tears spilled down her bruised face.

“The miscarriage.”

The room tilted.

Emily and Mark had lost a baby six months earlier. She told me it had been devastating, but she never gave details. I remembered how withdrawn she became afterward, how her phone calls got shorter, how she always sounded exhausted.

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