Mike picked up Charlotte and held her tenderly in his arms. He looked into her eyes and felt a love deeper than any he could ever have imagined. Even though 6 months had passed, the pain of her arrival still haunted him. As much as he loved her, she had cost him dearly.
His wife, the love of his life, Suzie was lost forever and it was all because of Charlotte, little Charlie. You can’t think like that Mike told himself. After all, despite the heartache and loss Charlie’s birth had caused, he wouldn’t give her up to get his old life back. After all she was his daughter. He just wished Suzie could be here as well.
Charlie wrapped her hand around the end of Mike’s pinky and giggled. The sound of it ripped at his heart; her mother used to laugh exactly the same way. Don’t think about her, Mike told himself. The only way he could get through the days was to suppress any thoughts of Suzie.
Sweet Jesus, Evil Editor thought. This is like a suicide looking for a depression. Is this the start of a new death culture?" He let the page fall to his desk like it was cursed. Three chapters on the death of his wife in childbirth and now the father is contemplating murder? If I publish this, the police will come at me for starting a new wave of euthanasia. He pulled on rubber gloves to handle the pages, shoved them into a bio-hazard bag and dropped them in the nearest "burn-before-reading" bin.
Opening: Shell I.....Continuation: Dave F.