It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. It’s not-

Those words seem to be the only ones that fall from Price’s lips. It’s not your fault. And it wasn’t.

Your body simply rejected the baby, whatever that meant. As if the miscarriage wasn’t enough, your husband hadn’t even answered your call, to tell him about the unfortunate accident. You had to call Laswell, who then told him.

“I’m so sorry, love. I should’ve been there, I should have,” he mutters, plagued by guilt.