For the past two weeks, I had been a prisoner in this sterile hospital room, the white walls a constant reminder of the suffocating reality that had become my world. Today was the day they said I could finally leave, but the prospect of stepping outside these walls felt like stepping into a void—a world devoid of the life and hope that had been taken from me.

　　I had lost my baby—my precious, unborn child. The word "miscarriage" echoed in my mind like a relentless ...