Where the Snow Falls Soft

My life with Mark was perfect, or so I thought.

Seven years together, a cozy apartment in Chicago, and a baby on the way.

Then a car accident stole our future.

I lay on the pavement, bleeding and terrified, dialing Mark, only for him to answer with an annoyed shrug-off from his 'client'.

Just minutes later, I saw him drive by, him in the passenger seat, his intern Jessie at the wheel.

The hospital confirmed my biggest fear: I'd lost the baby.

That night, alone at home, I found expensive lingerie, definitely not for me, hidden in our closet.

It was for Jessie.