Where is she? The question whispers through Isabella’s mind as her hand drifts to her stomach. A tear rolls down her cheek as the loss of her unborn child reverberates through her.

“Please Isabella,’ her husband begs, his shirt ruffled and hair a mess as he puts down his satchel, “we’ve been through this.”

“I was pregnant Raj”, she says, her declaration opening a flood gate of emotions. He moves...