Scott
I feel sick. I feel like my world is collapsing around me.
"Hold yourself together!" my father demands, once again. I lost most of what the nurse is saying, I can't take the words of the doctor out of my head.
Miscarriage, r**e, depression. My mind keeps going back to that day, and I remember Rachel's words. She told me it was all a misunderstanding, she told me that Camilla had been drugged, r***d, and I didn't believe her. But miscarriage? I was going to be a father? I should be wondering if that child is even mine, I should, but I'm not because now I'm questioning everything. Maybe I did misunderstand what I saw, but if I did, then I failed my wife in the worst way possible. She was being r***d and I walked away. I could have been there for her and I ran away, letting her suffe
