Mid-week I receive a call from Adrian as I am driving to my class. “Hi," I answer leery why she calls at a time she knows I am headed to class for the day.
“Can you talk for a couple of minutes?" she asks instead of a greeting. When I let her know I have ten minutes before class begins she continues. “Bethany lost the baby early this morning. We are just leaving the hospital to get her settled back at home."
Bile rises up my throat as my stomach burns. I have no words for this news. My heart aches for my dear friend.
“I know." Adrian assures me—she understands my current inability to process this horrible news. “Call me this afternoon. I will give you more details and let you know how she is doing at home. I'm sorry I dropped this on you before class, but I couldn't slip away earlier
