They had children in their hearts, but twelve years and several obstetricians later, the only sounds in the nursery were the echoes of their footsteps around an empty crib.
Susan spent evenings weeping in silence, while Mark spent more and more time at the Office, allowing business to occupy his troubled mind.
But while Susan recovered at St. Annes, he hatched his plan and transformed the nursery into a luminous music room, covering the walls with souvenirs of their marriage and happy summer holidays together.
Perhaps now, they could move forward, mend their lives, and sew the fragments back together again.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for this weekly, Friday Fictioneers, challenge and to Sandra Crook for the excellent photo prompt.