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... a bloodstain with such genuine, religious fervor. Like a pilgrim witnessing a miracle.
I sat on the edge of my bed, the morning sun filtering through the curtains, and let out a sigh so deep it felt like my soul was re-entering my body.
There it was. A small, blooming rust-colored smudge on the white silk of my nightshift. A blessing from the heavens.
The ache in my lower belly told me everything I needed to know.
I wasn’t pregnant.
The panic that had bee ...
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