He was the love of my life, the only one I ever had.
Overnight I became a single mother, drowning in debt, with no idea how a person is supposed to keep breathing after something like that.
For the first week, I didn’t cry in front of Lily.
I cried in the car, in the shower, in the ten-second gaps between being needed.
A pregnant body does not stop asking for things just because your heart has stopped working.
I ate because the baby needed me to.
I slept because my body took sleep whether I wanted it or not.
Nine days after the funeral, the hospital called and said Jack’s personal belongings were ready to be collected.
I almost didn’t go.
In the end I went because leaving them there felt like leaving a part of him behind.
When I arrived, a nurse had carefully packed everything into a canvas bag and handed it to me at the desk.
