He was already on his knees when she told him the truth.
“Your baby was locked inside.”
His face changed instantly.
“He couldn’t breathe.”
The words hit him like a sentence he could never escape from.
He looked down at the drawing in his hands, crying, shaking, barely able to speak.
“Oh God… what have I done?”
And in that moment, everyone knew this was not just grief.
It was guilt.