She was six months pregnant and the (happiest) she had ever been when the pains had started. She was staying with her mother as James was working out of town. He hadn't made it back in time. The (doctor) had said it was just one of those things, that they could try again. But how could she when she couldn't even look James in the eye. She (hated) him then, for not being there, for not (hurting) as much as her but most of all for looking so much like the tiny baby boy that she (held) for just three hours before the took him away. All through the following months she had withdrawn from her husband, family, friends. Not wanting to (recover) form the pain she felt - that would have been a betrayal of her son. At the funeral she had (refused) to stand next to her husband and the next day she had left him.