SarahSarah Sterling stood on the sidewalk outside the clinic with the late-morning sun warming her face, and for a moment she forgot how to breathe. Her fingers trembled around the folded medical report in her hand. She had read the words at least ten times already, each pass making them feel less real, not more. Positive. Approximately two weeks. Two weeks. It didn’t sound like much. Barely anything at all. But to Sarah, it felt enormous—heavy with three years of quiet disappointment, of careful hope, of learning how to smile through questions she didn’t know how to answer. She pressed a hand to her stomach, half expecting to feel something different. There was nothing. No flutter. No ache. Just her heartbeat, loud in her ears. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered, the words cracking as they left her mouth. She let out a shaky laugh, blinking rapidly as tears gathered. She hadn’t cried in the doctor’s office. She hadn’t cried when the nurse smiled at her with that knowing, gentle l
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