Open the window.
He said referring to how stuffy the room had gotten during their difficult discussion.
They both needed to open the window; their window into themselves, for each other and to the world.
The windows that have now been slammed shut by loss.
Three babies, no more and no more chances, to be a normal family with 2.5 kids.
Windows slammed shut so hard they had shattered in ways never thought possible, never easily understood and forever changed.
She asked knowing there wasn’t answer to this besides to move forward.
How do you move forward into a new normal after everything you had hoped and dreamed of is no longer?
She shifts her weight uncomfortably wrapping her arms around herself tightly as if to protect herself from further damage, and yet, in reality, more as a preventive step to not completely fall apart.
He walks forward enveloping her body in the hurt strength of his own.
She looks up,