Alessandro Ricco
The news about my wife’s miscarriage has not only made me realize that we are living in a f****d-up world but has also made me want to find out who, when, how, and why.
When my wife called me out, screaming at the top of her lungs, I thought maybe Marco had gotten his way into my house again, but the sight in front of me made me almost jump out of my skin. She was soaked in a lot of blood, and she was writhing in pain and holding her belly like her whole life depended on it.
And the news from the doctor broke my heart as well; someone had drugged her, and that is why she got the miscarriage. But my question, however, is, how did they know she was pregnant even before she could find out herself? Is my house under duress, or is someone using my resources to bring me down
