And every time I emerged from a bathroom with swollen eyes, Ryan held me a little less.
Until eventually he stopped holding me at all.
What none of them knew was that seven weeks earlier, Dr. Daniel Harrison had discovered something dozens of doctors had missed for years.
Severe endometriosis.
Misdiagnosed.
Untreated.
The infertility had never been my fault.
Not once.
After surgery and proper treatment, something happened that every specialist had told me was impossible.
That very morning, I had learned I was pregnant.
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