Your husband, Philip, had always wanted a big family: you were happy to grant it.

But unfortunately, your attempts were futile, either ending in a negative test or a miscarriage.

Philip would always reassure you it would be okay: that you could always try again; you could sense some obvious disappointment from him.

Ultimately, you decided to take a test: the both of you. Unbeknownst to him, the results had come in the mail when he was away.

He’d found you in the bedroom, weeping quietly as you held the papers. You were infertile.