TW: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN CERTAIN TOPICS THAT PEOPLE MAY FIND DISTURBING. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
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The pull was magnetic, irresistible. Before I realized it, my feet were carrying me down the hallway, each step heavier than the last. The nursery door stood slightly ajar, as if waiting for me.
I pushed it open with trembling hands.
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the empty crib where my son or daughter should have been sleeping. The mobile of tiny wolves and phoenixes spun lazily in the night breeze. On the opposite wall, the little bookshelf Jacob had built stood half-filled with stories we'd never get to read them.
My knees hit the plush rug as a fresh wave of grief crashed over me. I pressed my forehead against the crib's raili
