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chapter 2: never wish this
And then - then it all goes wrong.
Pains in her stomach months early and she goes to the hospital right away. Vernon is called at work and rushes over red in the face in time for the doctor to tell them the news together. She is supposes she is grateful for that but the moment that word is spoken she is numb, nothing else seems to matter.
Miscarriage
She wants something to blame, someone to rail against. Wants to be angry – wants to feel something.
But there is nothing now. All of those dreams whispered close in the night, the life growing slowly inside of her month by month – day by day. The life she could feel. It is all gone now.
Dead.
And she can feel nothing.
The coffin is small.
Vernon reaches out blindly for her hand during the burial but she doesn't look at him. Can't look away from her little boy being lowered into the ground. Her husband is breathing deeply beside her, trying not to cry, and she can feel her bones rubbing together from the tightness of his grip.
But she doesn't cry, doesn't move, doesn't blink. Can't. Can't look away until her view of the casket is obstructed by dirt. Only then does she close her eyes.
Only then does she bite her lip and pray. Petunia has never been religious but in this moment it doesn't seem to matter and she prays for the only family she has left – and that is all that matters.