At the time, none of it had seemed worth holding onto. The days were blurring. Between tests, bloodwork, and restless sleep, it was easy to overlook small things. But now, in the stillness of her room, those small things rose to the surface like air bubbles.
She didn’t know what they meant—if they meant anything at all. Maybe she was just tired. Maybe it was all in her head. But a quiet unease had settled into her. Something didn’t feel right. And it was more than her anxiety about being pregnant at 72.