In Memory, We Remain

Connor Green cruises past with his secretary, Giselle Peterson, in the passenger seat, just as I get into a car accident and miscarry my baby. Upon seeing my bloodstained white dress, he shields Giselle's curious gaze and mutters coldly, "What a downer. Don't look!" Then, he steps on the gas and speeds away. That night, I find a lace bra tucked behind the drawer in the corner of our bedroom. It isn't mine. Closing the door, I make a call. I say calmly, "Mr. Denner, I've made my decision. I'll leave the city and start at your company next week."