The doctor sighed and provided her a sad smile.
“We’ve drained most viable options, unless you consider IVF with donor sperm or an existing sample.”
That night, Laura huddled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that gave no warmth. Margaret, her oldest friend, arrived with two steaming coffees and a small bag of pastries. One look into Laura’s eyes told her everything. “It didn’t go well,” Laura murmured, tears slipping down her cheeks. “There’s no chance—at least not naturally.”
Margaret set the coffee on the table and settled beside her. “Natural doesn’t mean much these days, does it?” she said gently.
“I know you’ve told me before, but I can’t let go,” Laura whispered after a pause. “I want to be a mother, Margaret. More than anything else.”
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