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John’s gaze on me with shock and pain filled in them, as my lips tremble with my own words. Words that haven’t exited my mouth in eight years. “Laura…” John call my name. “Don’t. Don’t pity me.” I cut John off. “Now you know the reason why it is so hard to be happy.” My tone stern that after my words to John, I take that as my cue to leave the office entirely and into my car. So much for wanting to set things right. I lock the car doors, as my hands reach to start the engine but fail to. My hands shaking and my heart beating extremely fast as the memories of having the news of my barrenness delivered to me eight years ago fills my head, along with the loss of Ryan, and in a second I find tears descending my eyes. What did I ever do wrong? What did I ever do wrong to deserve such happ
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