One whole year

ONE YEAR LATER

LIAM

It has been a year since that incident. One whole year of regretting, tormenting and resenting myself. Each day, I'm reminded of how I caused Tina’s death. I live in guilt and self-hate. I was the reason for her demise, she died at such a young age, all because of me. Sitting there, in my office. My thoughts trailed to that horrible day, everything unfolded.

“I'm sorry sir, she didn't make it,” the nurse’s words resonated in my head.

“What?”

That day, I watched them wheel my wife out of the OT, covered and lifeless. I had broken down and screamed, held her cold hands and bawled my eyes out, but it was of no use. She was gone.

“You bastard, what did you do to make her end her life like this,” Ethan had yelled that day and attacked me.

Punching and hitting me with whatever he could grab. I left the hospital that day, battered and bloody. Ethan and his mum denied me access to Tina’s body. That was the last time I saw her. During her funeral, I wasn't allowed in