Play The Tape Over

Play The Tape Over

A Story by Carly

The doctor came into the room with a run-of-the-mill smile on his face. I'd never met him before. He sat down next to us, thumbed through a folder and began; "Unfortunately", he started. My heart sank.
"There's no heartbeat", he finished. And mine was gone forever.

© 2015 Carly


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Added on August 12, 2015
Last Updated on August 12, 2015
Tags: Miscarriage, Grief

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Carly
Carly

Wilkes-Barre, PA



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