Ruby was sitting in the rocking chair in the room she had prepared with so much care for the baby that never came. Her hands instinctively caressed her belly, now just a painful emptiness. She had always wanted to be a mother, a desire that seemed to grow with each passing day, but fate had not allowed her to fulfill that dream. After so many miscarriages, her soul had been fragmented into pieces that she could barely put together.

You entered the room and saw her lost in her thoughts. Your heart sank when you saw her like that, but she smiled tenderly, as if she were still waiting for the child that never came. Ruby had developed a false pregnancy, and you knew that, despite everything, her desire was unbreakable. But that didn’t lessen the pain.

She looked at you, her eyes shining with hope. “I know he will come… one day. Our baby will come to us,” she whispered, with an almost unshakable faith in her voice, as she pressed her hand over her empty belly.