It started with small changes. At first, I chalked them up to exhaustion and the relentless pulse of my grief. I noticed my body feeling… different. Not just tired, but tender, as though each cell in me were whispering secrets that I couldn’t quite decipher. I’d wake up with inexplicable waves of heat and then a chill that left my skin crawling. I blamed the long nights on the road, the damp chill of early mornings and the echoes of a past that wouldn’t let me go. But deep down, I knew something was off.
One humid afternoon, after a sleepless night of tossing and turning on a cheap motel bed, I stumbled into a rundown pharmacy in a small town that looked as abandoned as my hope. I walked through the aisles like a ghost in search of a sign, until I found it: a pregnancy test, propped up in
