I moved out of our home a week later. It was too painful to stay.
I found a tiny apartment near my parents, who, thank God, welcomed me with open arms. My mom made me soup and told me stories about how she raised me. My dad cried for the first time in years when I told him what had happened.
At my first ultrasound, I saw her.
A perfect little peanut with a flickering heartbeat and little arms already forming.
A girl.
