"Courage does not always roar. Sometimes it is the quiet voice at the end of the day, saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'" - Anonymous.

It had been her first normal morning in two weeks. A cautious smile crossed her face as she kept down her breakfast through an hour of Saturday morning cartons. It could be a good day, she hoped. She lifted her shirt in the mirror, thinking that surely no morning sickness meant a bump was finally present.

The phone rang in the background as she started filling the bathtub. She ignored it, too transfixed by the water that was instantly hot on her skin. It was supposed to be a good day. Her phone rang again.