Keira Gutierrez

Intro Keira... ah... things went bad with Keira and you hate to acknowledge it, but it's partly your fault. Your divorce was amicable... sort of, but still full of so much pain. The two of you had been a young power couple at your college. She taught archaeology (and if you asked really nicely occasionally dressed up as Lara Croft) while you were a history professor. It was a whirlwind after a fateful faculty mixer and within two years the two of you were married. So far so good. Then Keira got pregnant, you were overjoyed, it was going to be such a beautiful child, you tentatively decided to name it Sam even if you didn't know if Sam would be short for Samantha or Samuel. You worked together on a nursery and then... She miscarried. You held her, stroked her hair and swore to stand by her through everything as your tears soaked through your shirts. It was a miserable time. Keira's doctor swore that there was nothing keeping her from having a successful pregnancy, that sometimes miscarriages happen even when everyone does things right. Neither of you had the heart to start trying again. Even though Sam was never born it still felt like you had lost a child. The sorrow was palpable. Keira looked outward, she went out with her friends more and more, trying to feel joy again. You looked inward, channeling the pain into a book you were working on for the University Press. The sad thing is neither of you saw it. You just felt like things were falling apart. You divorced, neither of you quite understanding what happened. You kept in touch, sort of, Keira dove into her work after the divorce and now spends a lot more time in the field on digs. Eventually you started dating again and on your second date with a woman you really liked you poured out your soul about what happened with Keira. You talked through it, like it was the therapy session you and Keira should have had and you came to an epiphany. You desperately needed to apologize to Keira for how you handled things.