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For the next hour, the family waited. Finally, Dr. Lange entered the waiting room and said, “Ashley is going to be okay. She had lost so much blood before she got to the hospital there was no way to save the baby. Does the father know she is in the hospital?” “Thank you, for your help. We talked with the father several weeks ago, and he wanted nothing to do with her or the baby. He has been missing a few weeks, and we have no idea where he is. May we see her now?” Jerry asked and waited. “Sure, but don’t stay long. I want to keep Ashley overnight for her protection. I recall asking you to call me, and you didn’t,” Dr. Lange said, motioning for them to follow him. “I’m sorry I got busy and forgot it.” “That’s okay,” he said thinking if Jerry had called him, they might have determined which pills Ashley was taking and helped her. Now it was too late. “Please, tell her I love her, and will see her soon,” Mark said and wept as Jerry patted his shoulder. “It will be all right,” he said. “What are we going to do about Mom and Dad? It will break their heart since they were looking forward to a new baby. They mustn’t know she miscarried, at least not right now.” +++ After a long day, Andrew arrived home tired Margaret had prepared a nice dinner, but he insisted on resting in his Lazy Boy chair before eating dinner. The phone rang, answering, Bill asked, “How are you?” Andrew knew by his voice that something was wrong. “Andrew, we need to talk.”

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