“I don’t know if I’ll live long enough to hold you… but I already love you.”
The months passed heavily. Every checkup felt like a sentence. Every pain reminded me that my dream could become my final mistake.
But I survived.
And finally, my first daughter was born.
When I heard her cry, I thought the worst was over.
But I was wrong.
A few hours later, the doctor entered the room. On his face was the same seriousness I had seen on the first day of my pregnancy.
He did not smile.
Will squeezed my hand.
“What happened?” I asked.