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** Two weeks Later**
The house is quiet when I get back home, my arms weighed down with shopping bags filled with tiny clothes, soft blankets, and little stuffed animals. The thought of starting the nursery with Leone and Milo has been a small light in the storm of everything else, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I’ve felt a sliver of peace.
I set the bags down carefully in the hallway, pausing to press a hand to my nonexistent belly. There’s a flutter of excitement—a strange, tentative warmth that catches me off guard every time. I try to imagine the nursery filled with life, with giggles and late-night rocking chair whispers, the thought feels almost too fragile to hold onto.
Before I can let my mind wander too far, my phone rings, breaking the silence. I di
