Rebuilding from the Wreckage
Sarah allowed herself months to grieve—crying, doubting, asking what she had done wrong. Then, piece by piece, she rebuilt. She returned to her art, started exercising again, and poured her love into Mira.
One weekend, she painted her daughter’s room sky blue, adding glow-in-the-dark stars to the ceiling. Mira squealed with delight, her laughter filling the house like sunlight through open windows.
