I came home from the emergency room after losing my baby. My husband looked at me and asked why dinner wasn’t ready… Then he raised his hand again, but someone behind him grabbed his wrist.

The smell of cheap pizza filled the living room, and the television was so loud that neither my husband nor his mother noticed me at first.

I was still wearing the oversized shirt the hospital had given me.

My face was pale.

My legs were trembling.

Just a few hours earlier, I had lost the baby I had been carrying.

I had called my husband six times from the emergency room.

He never answered.

Ethan was lying on the couch with a game controller in his hands.