While You Stayed With Her, I Buried My Parents

The day I miscarried and hemorrhaged, my parents drove through a downpour to reach the hospital. They never made it. Their car was hit on the way.

I lay on the operating table and signed their surgical consent forms with hands still slick with my own blood.

I couldn't save the baby. I couldn't save my parents either.

The man I'd called seventy-six times without an answer had posted a celebration on Instagram.

【Congrats to our little Sweetie! One long night, and she's finally a mama.】

Too weak to do anything else, I tapped "like." He messaged me immediately.

Two words: “Delete that.”