It happened on a Tuesday morning, quiet and unremarkable in every way the rest of my life currently wasn't, and for a few perfect, suspended seconds, nothing else existed.I'd been lying still in the gray halflight before dawn, the way I did most mornings lately, trying to delay the moment of full consciousness that always arrived carrying the full weight of everything I was navigating. The nausea had eased slightly over the past week, Grace's herb blend finally finding a rhythm that softened the worst of it without eliminating it entirely, and I'd been floating in that careful, grateful stillness when I felt it.The faintest flutter, low and deep, so subtle I almost convinced myself I'd imagined it before it happened again, slightly stronger, unmistakably real.I went completely still.It came a third time, gentle and insistent, both familiar and entirely alien, like something trying to make itself known to the only person in the entire world who could currently feel it. I pressed bo
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