Georgina has already undergone a dilation and curettage procedure and has been returned to the recovery room, but she has not regained consciousness. I'm just sitting in a chair, looking at her pale and weak face, continuously imagining how she will react when she finds out our baby is gone.
"I hope you'll be strong," I say while holding her hand.
Click...
I hear the sound of the door opening, causing me to turn and see Dr. Grace entering with a white box.
"Leonardo, this is your son," she says, immediately shaking me to my core. She said it's my son, so the baby is a boy? Dear God... I feel suffocated, my breath feels so constricted knowing all of this, realizing that this is something I wanted to know so badly but never expected to find out the gender when our baby passed away.
"You can think of a name for him... Then bury him."
