A six word story

"For sale: Baby shoes, never worn."
 My hands shake as I type the harsh words on the bright computer screen in the dark computer room. I look down at my 8 month pregnant belly and I feel the tears well up in my eyes again. She's gone. We have lost her. My tears fall down my cheeks as I look hatefully at the monitor. I stand up and pace for a minute, trying to pull my thoughts together. I suppose I'm making a lot of noise because my husband stumbles in from our bedroom.
"What're you doing, Sally?" he asks me. I have no words. I can't explain why I decided to do this in the first place. I just stand there and cry. He comes over and holds me. I fall into him and just collapse. I let all of my walls down and I let him take over. I feel his chest start shaking and I know he's crying now too.
"Sally, what were you writing?"
I just shake my head and pull away from him. He walks over and reads my ad. I watch him as his head falls and he begins to sob. He suddenly falters and stares at the screen. He hits the backspace and closes Craigslist. He turns around and looks at me.
"C'mon. Let's go to bed honey," he tells me. I nod and follow him glumly to bed. He holds me until I fall into a deep sleep. A sleep I won't wake from in the morning. He doesn't know that. He won't know that until he wakes and I am gone. The only thing that he will never realize is that the ad was my suicide note.