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“How far along?” I asked, unable to control the anguish in my voice.
The pressure inside my chest was building, and I wanted to fucking scream.
“Six weeks or so,” the doctor answered. “I think had this happened when she was further along, it might’ve not been so severe. But…”
I missed whatever else she had to say.
The ringing in my ears was almost too much.
I took a seat beside her, dropped my head to our connected hands, and croaked. “This is all my fault.”
Numb.
I was numb.
“It wasn’t,” Shayne tried to make it better, but no amount of assurance from her would change my mind on this.
I’d had a choice yesterday.
I could’ve told her to get out.
I didn’t, because I didn’t want her to look implicated.
And now we were here.
I’d lost my child because I’d made the wrong decision.
I’d gotten Shayne hurt.
I’d…
“Stop it, right now,” Shayne hissed.
I looked away from her intense stare.
She was right.
I didn’t have time to break down right now.
I didn’t deserve to break down…
Shayne’s palm hit me in the middle of the forehead. “I said stop!”
I stopped and pulled back, looking at her like she was a mirage.
She’d hit me.
Not that I didn’t deserve…
“Stop. Listen to the rest,” she ordered.
The rest?
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
“What’s the rest?” I asked.
“The chance of her ever having a child… it’s likely impossible,” the doctor admitted. “With the uterine abnormality Shayne has… it’s possible today’s events didn’t have anything to do with her miscarrying. Having a bicornate uterus is something that can be fixed with surgery, however.”
