After five miscarriages and countless hours spent in fertility clinics—watching other women walk out clutching ultrasound images like priceless treasures—I reached a point where tears no longer came. I was too exhausted to break again.
One night, alone on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, I whispered a prayer I had never planned to say aloud:
“God, if You …
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