It’s difficult watching her like this. Whenever I come close to her she pushes me away. She blames me, and even though she won’t say it with words, her eyes shout accusations at me. It was an accident. Not even my fault, but she said I should have taken a different route to the theatre that night. Now it seems she wants to take a different route and all I can do is love her from a distance. Who would have thought a minor collision would have caused a miscarriage. If only we could go back to that day and drive one of the alternate suggestions on my GPS. Maybe if we leave a little earlier or later, would that change anything? Would it make a difference?
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