Jonathan Roseland

The worst day of my life, a (time-traveling?) "sign" & a conspiracy of silence. Runner-Up in I Wrote This Challenge. Content Warning.

The worst day of my life was June 23rd, 2023 (I'll explain why I'm telling the story now - exactly two years later) The day before, my wife grew increasingly concerned that she hadn't felt any baby kicks from our son, who she was six months pregnant with. We visited the emergency room to get an ultrasound. I sat in those uncomfortable metal seats, bracing myself for the worst possible news an expecting father can get. My wife finally appeared speechless and white as a ghost; she slumped down beside me and didn't need to say anything. Our son was dead within her.