There were tears in her eyes. Their earlier arguments felt inconsequential; he was angry at himself in that moment – why hadn’t he been there for Ellen, why hadn’t he just admitted that he’d been wrong? Was God punishing him? He came over to her and looked her over. Ellen had instinctively known the truth – she was miscarrying. Their child was due in a little less than a month, but now… “I’m sorry,” he said to Ellen. He wasn’t sure what it was that he was the sorriest about: the lie, the arguments, the insults, the leaving her for the overnight shift or their current situation. She seemed to understand. “I love you,” he said. The words felt empty, not enough. Ellen screamed. It was 2:45 AM. Two grueling, horrible hours later, Ellen Lane gave birth to a tiny, dark haired daughter. The child was already dead. It was 4:45 AM.
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Battle On, Deadly Chakram
"Being with you is stronger than me alone." ~ Clark Kent
"One little spark of inspiration is at the heart of all creation." ~ Figment the Dragon
