It was dark by the time I awoke to find myself on the floor. The photos of my unborn child were still lying in my lap.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but the exhaustion from everything I had been through made me realize how much rest I truly needed.

I pulled myself up from the floor, my joints protesting the movement after being curled up in that awkward position for hours.

After stretching, I opened the bedroom door and moved into the living room, which was dimly lit by a small fire. I ...