I Left My Body… But Not His Heart

Summary

After we lost our baby, my husband Jake and I were drowning in a mountain of debt. I was also battling severe depression.

But Jake, he was always there for me, always protective.

He'd spend his days doing food deliveries and his nights driving for a ride-share, just scrambling to pay off what we owed.

No matter how exhausted he was, the first thing he'd do when he got home was pull me into a tight hug.

A year later, I thought I was finally recovering.

But that day, when I saw a little kid playing by the roadside, I just couldn't stop myself from crying.