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rmed a new life, a tiny pulse echoing my own. After years of trying, we were finally going to be parents. The second report, ho

The moment I saw that positive line, I immediately called him, my voice thick with tears of joy. Our families had been overjoy

A new life needed ten months to grow, but I barely had any time left. How could I tell Anderson? How could I tell him we

adn' t seen the doctor' s sad eyes, heard the terrible words. I needed time to process, t

ending a shiver through me. "Your hands are like ice, sweetheart," he murmured, rub

like a stranger, his words echoing in a void I couldn

es burned. I had a sensitive stomach, a fact he knew well, and he used to cook for me whenever I had a

e coaxed, his

His gentleness, his apparent love, clashed violently with Katlyn' s venomous words. He couldn't b

le gracing his lips. A smile I knew was reserved for me. He quickly

weak smile. "It's delicious," I

or you, my love. Nothing but the

le touch, was a lie. This soup, this moment, none of it was truly for me. It was a performance, and I was the unwitti

mself to take the call in the other room, I bolted. I stumbled into the bathroom, dropping to my knees, and r

tiny fragments of pills. My medication. I had barely been keeping it down. I curled into a b

son' s phone. It was Katlyn. The sickening puzzle clic