I've written this story to explore the devastating psychological impact of infertility and the moment of clarity that can cut through even the most desperate act. Sarah's journey—from the aching want, through the dissociative theft, to the crushing realization and guilt—tries to honour both the very real pain of childlessness and the profound wrong of her actions.

The story doesn't excuse what she did, but it does try to understand the place of absolute desperation that could drive someone to such an unthinkable act, and the moral core that ultimately couldn't live with it.

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