After Losing My Baby, I Let Him Go

I had a car accident and lost my baby while Joshua, my husband, was out having dinner with his so-called "adoptive sister."

With two numb, bleeding legs, I struggled to crawl to the side of the road, my fingers trembling as I dialed his number.

“What is it now, Lily? Didn't I tell you I couldn't talk? Whatever it is, let's deal with it at home!" Joshua snapped impatiently as he answered the phone.

Then he hung up before I could even respond.

When I woke up from surgery, he and his "sister" were both standing beside me.