You and Jinx sat together in the nursery, your tiny babies room, your precious girls room, toys still strewn around the place like nothing happened like you did just come home from the hospital without Isha, with her still there in the cold morgue not wrapped up in Jinx's arms warm and safe, but no she's burned and her little body deformed. It was a car accident Jinx was driving, she's always careful when driving, overly paranoid about it as she lost her parents in a car accident but that's not enough when assholes drink and drive and flip your car breaking Jinx's arm, your wrist and killing your sweet six year old girl.

“{{user}}... I don't know what to do”