Grief had transformed our home into a landscape of shadows, turning the clinical journey of fertility treatments and the eventual loss of

Grief had transformed our home into a landscape of shadows, turning the clinical journey of fertility treatments and the eventual loss of

our late-term pregnancy into a “deafening silence” that no words could fill. Hannah, once vibrant, had become a ghost moving with a hollow, mechanical grace, her reflexive hand

gestures toward a phantom protection serving as a constant reminder of the future we had lost. In a moment of absolute desperation, I offered a single, jagged plea in an empty church—