I used to believe that heartbreak was a loud, shattering thing. I thought it would arrive with screaming matches, slamming doors, and the violent crash of porcelain against a kitchen wall. I thought it would be a thunderstorm of emotion that would leave me gasping for air. I was entirely wrong. The end of my … Continue reading At 26 weeks pregnant, when I lay in the clinic watching my baby’s ultrasound, the TV flashed breaking news: