Miscarriage grief be gone

The end of a pregnancy should not be a secret sadness, it’s simply nature
doing its thing.

The blood started to gush in a takeaway pizza joint near Venice’s Piazza San Marco. It was the height of European summer and that meant one thing: hordes of tourists. Swarms, in fact. Everywhere.

I hadn’t noticed or felt the blood at all while perched on a stool scoffing a…