The sterile smell of antiseptic assaulted my senses as I blinked groggily, trying to make sense of my surroundings.
My head throbbed with a dull ache, and a sense of disorientation clouded my thoughts.
Memories flooded back in confused fragments—the blur of faces, the agonizing realization of my lost child.
I awoke from a dream so vivid, so achingly beautiful, that it seemed cruelly mocking when reality shattered its fragile illusion.
In that dream, I had a perfect family, the kind you see in picture frames, with laughter echoing in every corner of our home.
But as consciousness clawed its way back, the dream dissolved like mist, leaving behind a hollow ache that settled in my chest.
Tears welled in the corners of my eyes as the harsh truth crashed over me—I had suffered a miscarriag
