« You did this? »
« I couldn’t look at it. »
He nodded.
That was all.
We were both 27 and had no idea how to grieve together.
We barely knew how to continue caring for ourselves.
Hannah was still waking every few hours.
I would hold her in the dark and feel grateful she was breathing.
Then I’d hate myself for feeling grateful.
Then I’d feel guilty because I had a living baby in my arms and was thinking about the dead one.