It had been exactly a week since the miscarriage and Mary was finally discharged today. All through as we grade back home, she didn't say a word to me and it creeped me out.
We' d barely just had an actual conversation since her consciousness. She only said random words to me, like, what time is it, please pass my phone… etc. I wasn't exactly looking forward to the drive home since I couldn't decide whether or not she wanted me to discuss things with her.
We soon got to the place. I helped her out of the car and held her stuff in my hands, leading her out of the car while she got into the house.
"Wow." She commented, "everywhere looks so different." She was speaking solemnly and acting as if it were her first time in the house.
"Do you want me to cook lunch or I could just order some?
