Samara’s voice softens, and she whispers into the quiet of the room.” I want you to be born”
speaking directly to her baby. Her breathing changes again, working with her body now, as though they are in perfect harmony. Then, as it so often happens, she reaches that raw and tender place—a place where the mind begins to whisper doubt. “I can’t do this,” she says, her voice small but resolute. And without hesitation, Jack leans into her, his voice steady, full of love: “But you are doing it.”
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