ole my breath. It was a storm inside my body, violent and mer

e condition. After two miscarriages, he said, this one being the second, I wo

wrenching performance of a grieving husband and father. He even insisted on cleaning

cing that if I hadn't seen the truth with my own eyes, I would have be

turned my head away. I was too numb

soft blankets, and the wooden toys I had painstakingly carved and painted myself

s consume my hopes,

head. "I know it hurts, darling," he said, his voice thick with feigned sympathy. "I've arrange

blic place for his

ddle of it, an aide hurried over, whispering urgently to Harry. "Se

ith annoyance. "Tell them

a dark hoodie rushed forward. I

from her view. "It's an urgent call from the White House, my love," he sa

, his grip on her arm t

fool. He thought I

tood up and f