Hana stood alone in her brightly lit room the gentle sun of morning streaming through the large bay window like honey. The sunbeam lit up the marble countertops and bounced off the silver knobs of the cabinets, casting a serene light on the still room. The fragrance of chamomile and toast hung in the air, a trace of breakfast, though she hadn't eaten much of it.
Her thin, trembling fingers grasped the familiar orange bottle perched on the shelf next to the refrigerator. Her prenatal vitamins. It was a ritual, almost religious—a quiet vow she made every morning to the life forming within her. She twisted off the white cap, her anticipation buzzing in her chest, but when she tilted the bottle and poured two tablets into her hand, she hesitated.
The pills were… wrong.
They were smaller tha
