My words whip out harshly. “I can’t change the past. But you could quit hanging on to it like some kind of f*****g kind of lifeline. I made a mistake. I left.”
I would sell my soul to take it back. To have stayed with her and found a different way through all the helplessness being a killer helped me erase.
“But I’m here now,” I continue. “That’s all I can do.”
“I needed you then,” she whispers. “I needed you when my heart was so broken and my grief was so blinding I didn’t see I was losing our baby. I didn’t know.”
As I’m about to apologize, her words sink in and my gut aches.
Our baby. She said our baby.
“Oh, yeah. Our baby, Tomas. I didn’t know how to find you after you vanished. And I was so stupid and so devastated … I lost her. Our little girl. You left me to deal with all of i
