Marissa stood in the doorway of the nursery and gazed at the basinnet as late afternoon light filtered through the blinds. She and Tom had tried everything: Clomid, IUI, and IVF, but to no avail. When she’d received the call, Marissa had fallen to the floor and wailed as grief, anger, and bittersweet cruelty washed over her. This baby will be a living reminder. Like her mother, she’ll know she is loved every day. Those emotions had passed; all that was left was hope. Marissa checked her watch which read 3:30 pm. I can’t be late for my sister’s funeral.
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