Silent Cries The Cost of Love and Loss

The day I went for my amniocentesis, everything changed in an instant.

“Matthew, your wife is at our hospital. It’s urgent. Could you please come over?” The doctor’s voice echoed through the line, sending chills down my spine.

Matthew’s reply was laced with disbelief. “You doctors have started playing along with the patients now?”

Then I heard her—another woman’s voice, clear and taunting. “Already done?”

My fingers trembled as the monitor suddenly flickered, displaying a flat line. Panic surged through me.