The Cycle That Took Him

Synopsis

I opened the washing machine and saw my two-month-old son lying inside. He was already dead. His lips were blue, his tiny face swollen and lifeless. I remembered how I was tidying up the sheets when my phone buzzed with a work call. Panicking, I grabbed a pile of bedding and threw everything into the washer. My son was still asleep, caught up in it all. He stayed quiet the whole time, not making a single sound, even as he died. It wasn't until the washing machine started beeping with an error that I realized what had happened. I grabbed my phone, about to dial emergency services, but then I saw a WhatsApp message from my wife. She wrote: "I'll be home in an hour. Has the baby been good today?"