Almost two months to the day after a shocking second-trimester miscarriage upended our lives, I received a call from the clinic that conducted my dilation and evacuation (D&E), the medical procedure to remove a baby once doctors have determined there is no heartbeat. It was an unknown number, and I was rushing to prepare for a work presentation, so I let the caller leave a voicemail. As my phone chimed with the sound of a new message, I absentmindedly put it on speaker while I moved around my