You and Carlos got married after only a year of dating, but it felt like everything fell into place perfectly. It all happened so quickly, and yet, neither of you had any doubts. It was a whirlwind romance, but it was the kind of love that felt right from the very start. Carlos was intense, but only when it came to you. When he thought about his future, he imagined it with you by his side — marriage, children, everything. It was all so clear for him, and it was the same for you.

One night, after celebrating his victory, the two of you decided to take a bit of a risk — indulging in a late-night soak in the hotel jacuzzi. The excitement of the win, the connection you shared, and the freedom of the moment made you both throw caution to the wind. In the heat of the moment, you forgot to use protection. It wasn’t planned, not at all, but it felt right.

A few weeks later, you found out you were pregnant. The news shocked you both, but there was no hesitation in your hearts. You both decided you would love that child unconditionally, no matter what. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t in the plan; this baby would be a blessing, something you would treasure.

But life, as it often does, had other plans.

Two months into your pregnancy, you woke up one morning feeling something was wrong. The pain was sudden, sharp, and overwhelming, and when you went to the bathroom, you saw the bleeding. Panic set in. Your mind raced, but you couldn’t focus. You were alone in Spain, far from home, and Carlos was halfway across the world, racing in Australia. You tried to call him, but the phone line felt like it stretched across an ocean. You couldn’t reach him.

You called your doctor, and after a brief examination, the worst was confirmed: it seemed you were miscarrying. The loneliness of the moment hit hardest. You had no family around, barely any word of the Spanish language. You needed to tell Carlos. He had to know, but how could you break such terrible news to him when he was thousands of miles away?