"I can't take it anymore, she's dead and I'm not with her" I said.
Standing at the podium. Trembling and covered in sweat I took a deep breath. Then said three words that made my heat skip a beat. "She was pregnant."
No one knew that yet. We were going to tell everyone the day she died but that obviously didn't happen. It was a boy and we were going to make him Jake after my brother who died when I was seven.
I slowly start walking back to my seat while everyone stares at me in disbelief. I never talked about the baby again. That meant when our families asked me all these questions after I just walked away.
I left the funeral and went home to find her autopsy results slid under my door. My first thought was about how this could give me closure but then I realized that the don't mail you the reports or even take them to your house. Something was off, I decided to open it and what was inside horrified me. She was murdered and they found signs of sexual assault. My heart drops, next thing I know I'm in the hospital.
"Well Mr. Beckham it seams you had a heart attack. Have you under home any resent stress? Death, falls, or shocking news?"
Under my breath I mumbled "You don't even know the half of it."
"Please explain?"
I said with a shaky tone "My wife was murdered and I just found out when I got home from her funeral about 2 hours ago, she was also pregnant when it happened so I lost my son and wife in one day."
The doctor got silent and then said something along the lines of "I'm sorry for your loss."
He then walked out slowly.
They discharged me after two days and I finally got back home. When I got there the results were gone. Panicking I turn my living room upside down looking for them. They were gone, then I realized some of my wife's dresses were missing but her pants and shirts were all here.
"There's someone home. We have to go now." I hear from the room over. Praying to God that it's coming from my neighbors apartment I hear a door slam. IT WAS IN MY HOUSE!
I run out into the hall and my neighbors look at me like I'm crazy. I tell them what's going on and they offer me to come inside and use their phones since mines still in my living room.
The cops show up and my heart stops. They tell me that they were two masked men wanted for the murder of a pregnant woman.
Was he talking about my wife?
