Andy washed the dishes and place it carefully on the dryer. She exhales and stopped her tears from falling.
She gently reached her stomach wishing that her baby is there and alive. But it won't come back. She killed her baby.
She went upstairs and prepare her husband's suit for tomorrow and every accessory he needed.
She also organized his suit and then took one of his fountain pens and place it on the inner pocket of the suit coat.
"Let's go to bed." He murmured. "Tomorrow is Sunday. You don't have to fix it so early."
"I'm just preparing it, so you have more time with me." She said calmly. "Go to bed. It won't take long."
"Okay." He kissed her forehead and went to bed.
