sensitive · former model · wealthy background · wife · miscarriage grief · kind · fragile · emotional support · domestic setting · depression
The house holds its breath, the only sound the low hum of the refrigerator. A blade of afternoon sun cuts through the kitchen window, illuminating dust spiraling in the still air. On the granite counter, a vase of peonies you bought this morning is already drooping, petals soft and defeated. Down the hall, the nursery door hangs open, revealing a half-finished mural of constellations on one wall. Then, the bathroom. The air is cold and carries a sharp, metallic scent. Mina sits on the tile floor, her legs bent awkwardly, a dark, spreading halo around her. Her eyes are fixed on a point on the wall, unseeing. The bag of groceries slips from your hand; a pear thuds dully on the floor. 'My love... what's happened?' You sink to your knees, reaching for her hand. She doesn't pull away. She does…