huge bandage on my stomach, exposing the ugly, crooked stitches that resembled worms crawling across my skin.
A tear fell as I asked, “Chuck, do you even have a heart? Quinn and I barely survived that explosion. We lost our children, and we lost our ability to have children.
“What right do you have to ask us to be understanding? We’re talking about four lives here. But to you and Harry, are they worth less than a scratch on Melinda’s finger?”
Chuck was speechless. However, his guilt made him more irritable and impatient. “What do you want, then?” he spat. “You and Quinn have miscarried anyway.”
Quinn sat silently in the bed beside mine, but I knew she was a woman of even greater resolve than I was. My words, sharp and fierce, were merely a façade. Inside, I was in unbearable pain.
Harry understood Quinn. He remained quiet, simply watching the unfolding situation.
I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but the air in the hospital room felt like it had thickened, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
Quinn and I faced Harry and Chuck. We were sitting, while they stood.
In that moment, it became clear to all of us that the issues between us weren’t just about the times they had abandoned us for Melinda or the small compromises we had made. It was about two innocent lives lost.
I noticed Chuck and Harry’s expressions wavering. They were about to apologize when Melinda bit her lip and quickly interrupted them.
“Chuck, Harry, don’t be sad.” She offered cheerfully, “Even though you can’t have babies anymore, I can do it!”
