The Police Knocked on My Door and Said: “We Need to See Your Basement”
After my divorce, I thought I had finally found a safe haven. At thirty-five, I’d made peace with my infertility, though it cost me my marriage. My ex-husband, Seth, longed for children, and while I had shared that dream, life had denied us. The silence that grew between us eventually spoke louder than any words….
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