No matter how dusty the outside, the room is not even a speck of dust. The bed and sheets remained clean. The position of the cabinet and other things is still the same as before. I suppressed my sobs because of the portrait hanging. The portrait is of me with a big belly of mine.

I thought back then, the loss of our baby did not hurt Randall. I thought then I was the only one who was very sad because he didn’t show me he was hurt; he didn’t show me it was painful to lose our baby. Or maybe he showed up, but I just didn’t look because...