âI tried. I tried. I triedâ Her voice cracked as it left her throat, barely a whisper. She rocked back and forth on the bed, sweat pouring down her face, chest heaving like her heart was trying to break free âI triedâ The memory wouldnât stop playing. The sound of the mother screaming. The baby lying there. The blood. The beep of the flatline. Her own voice stammering apologies while her hands were still shaking She reached up Grabbed her hair Pulled Hard Like she could rip the memory out by the roots âStop. Stop. No no no stopâ She squeezed her eyes shut Her knuckles went white She yanked her hair tighter as the voices in her head grew louder. The motherâs voice. The babyâs silence. Her own screams she never let out that day. They echoed through her skull like knives scraping

