The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the doctor’s office. Laura sat stiffly across from Dr. Evans, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
“I’m afraid your chances of natural conception remain extremely low,” he said gently, sliding a folder across the desk. “Your AMH levels have dropped even further since last year.”
Her throat closed. Her eyes burned. “Is there nothing left to try?”
He sighed, offering her a sympathetic smile. “We’ve exhausted most options. Unless you’re open to IVF with donor sperm… or an existing sample.”
Existing sample. The phrase echoed in her mind like a riddle.
