Jane's p.o.v
"What is the next step for Rafael?" Mom asks me over breakfast. "Petra is planning to move Rafael
into hospice care" fighting back tears, I crack. Suddenly, my cellphone rings. Anxiously, my family
awaits for any news about Rafael. "Rafael is dead. He died at the hospital earlier this morning. I
never had a chance to tell him that I was pregnant" Petra sobs on the other line. Little does Petra
know I experienced a miscarriage after Michael's death. I never told Michael about the baby for I
didn't know I was pregnant at the time. The doctor said the baby was a girl. Anyhow, I drop my
phone and fall out of my chair. My actions appall my family. Tears replace the words I struggle to
say out loud. Now I have lost both Michael and Rafael. They were the greatest two loves of my life.