When Shermaine woke up, she sat by the window, staring blankly. It felt like every tear she had left in her life had been shed at that moment.
She couldn’t even begin to describe how she felt.
The good news was, she had been pregnant.
The bad news was, she had lost the baby.
For five years, Shermaine and Ezra had longed for a child. But those hopes were dashed every single time. After every disappointment, Ezra comforted Shermaine, telling her that maybe it just wasn’t in the stars and that she shouldn’t worry too much about it. Shermaine could see, though, that Ezra truly wanted a child.
She had tried every folk remedy and supplement. She had even, a lifelong skeptic, turned to praying.
No one had expected it, but she had managed to get pregnant.
