Ellen and my unborn son had been dead for nearly six hours.I stood staring at her naked, motionless body. She was locked in a stasis chamber. Her pregnant belly distended awkwardly from her otherwise slender body. The peaceful expression on her face showed no sign of her unfortunate condition.
I heard the sound of the hospital room door opening and knew that the doctor was ready for me.
I leaned close over the glass enclosure that held her and whispered, “I’m sorry. I love you.”
There were tears in my eyes when I turned to meet the knowing gaze of Dr. Tucker. She offered me a half-smile and motioned for me to mount the gurney. The nurse looked away when I caught her misty eyed glance.