Inside the jacket
Lucas and I were a couple with disabilities—his legs were paralyzed, and I was born mute.
To make ends meet and pay for his treatment, I worked three jobs a day. Then one time while cleaning windows at high altitude, I had an accident.
I survived the fall, but the baby in my belly didn't.
He held me and sobbed, cursing himself over and over for being useless.
"Don't blame yourself. We'll have another child," I mouthed weakly, using practiced sign language to comfort him.
Just three days after my miscarriage, I secretly returned to work.
