Our Fate Ends Here
Language: en
After the miscarriage, my best friend booked me a session at a virtual-reality AI memorial studio. She told me that through immersive simulation, I would be able to hold my baby girl in my arms one last time before letting her go. My daughter had been stillborn at seven months, a tragic accident where the umbilical cord had wrapped around her neck. This memorial was supposed to be a fragile, digital balm for my shattered heart. Naturally, I called Thomas, asking him to come with me. But his voice through the receiver was flat, thick with irritation. "It's all a marketing gimmick, Gemma. I…