Sofia had begun to notice the changes first in her body—the dull ache low in her pelvis, the sharp tenderness of her breasts, the subtle swell in her belly that she swore only she could feel. Every little sign sparked a flicker of hope she tried not to feed but couldn't help believing in. She caught herself daydreaming at work, smiling at strangers for no reason, imagining the look on Adam's face when she told him.
Maybe this time, she thought. Maybe this time my body is finally whispering a different story.
But a week later, the familiar crimson arrived, washing away everything she'd been holding on to.
