I don’t think I’ll ever have children. I don’t deserve to be a mother.

I looked over at my friend. She dropped her head, tears filling her eyes.

A silent nursery waited to receive the little one who would never come.

I knew something was wrong before I started bleeding. I hadn’t felt as “pregnant” as I did the previous two times, but I had no choice but to wait and see. When the spotting started, I knew it was the beginning of the end.