So we are still wondering when our brain will stop throwing unpleasant realisations at us all…
We thought we had miscarried earlier than we had because we thought, somehow, that there was no way we could have done all that dancing in Paris whilst pregnant. Turns out we did- that flashback was vile.
(MAJOR TW HERE)
Hands red. The grinding pain. Silent scream, jaw wide, eyes rooted to the red palms in front of me. Agony.
(END FLASHBACK, thank god)
There was something bothering me, 19, about the dates. It all made sense right after that flashback. July is the month. We estimate that we were about five or six weeks pregnant.
The Dutchman has spent the past two hours comforting us. We all love him so much.
Fay? We miss you.