My entire body trembles, angry tears gathering in my eyes, blurring my vision. But the first one that falls, the one that lands on the test between us… it’s Emmett’s. Twelve months. Twelve months, and not a single positive test. Twelve months, and all I have to show for it is the bags under my eyes, the quiver in my hands that didn’t used to be there. Twelve months is all it took for me to break down my husband.
