Twelve Weeks

Today, I would have been 12 weeks pregnant.

It’s not lost on me how fitting the weather is — the raindrops are streaming down my window like tears. The air is heavy and quiet and grey.


I’m physically at work, but my mind is elsewhere — thinking of all that could have been, and of all that will never be, and remembering that tiny flicker of a heartbeat I once saw on a screen.

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