“I want to know what happened that day.” 

So many emotions flashed on his face when I mentioned that day. The day I saw him for the last time before losing consciousness. That day I did not only lose my baby but him too. He was my everything, and in split seconds, my whole life shattered in front of my eyes. The mere reminiscence of that day brings a heaviness to my chest. An unbearable heaviness. I saw the same heaviness in his eyes when I asked him to tell me everything about that day. I could see in his blue eyes that it was difficult for him too. His hand was still resting on my stomach, and it made me hold it more firmly.