Abby
The bedroom door slammed shut with a resounding thud, echoing off the walls and reverberating through the silence. I sank down onto the floor, my back against the door, as sobs wracked my body. I buried my head in my knees, the fabric of my jeans rough against my cheeks, damp with tears.
I had always dreamed of having a child, a little life that was part of Karl and me. But the doctor's words kept replaying in my mind.
IVF might be necessary. In fact, IVF might not even work.
The natural way I had always envisioned, the way I had longed for, seemed like a distant, unattainable dream.
Feeling utterly lost and overwhelmed, I reached for my phone. My fingers trembled as I dialed my dad’s number. He had always been stern, always demanding perfection, but he was my fath
