I stood on the hillside, gazing out at the distant sea.

Barry hadn't come home, so I had chosen a burial site for the baby myself.

Before my pregnancy, I had never liked the sea, but during my pregnancy, I had developed a special fondness for the shore. I thought it was because the baby inside me liked the sea.

So I decided to lay him to rest in a place where he could see the ocean.

"This spot will do," I said, handing my bank card to the cemetery manager.

He took it with both hands, but within two minutes, he returned and said cautiously, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but...