We faced the black and white screen once again – that same room, that same doctor – the one who pronounced to us only four months ago the unexpected loss of something so precious and anticipated – he, too, had that look on his face, the one that said he hoped so much for something better to tell us this time, but that he was almost afraid to hope. We were all a little afraid in that room. And then it came, the tiny, grainy flicker of a tiny grain-sized heart beating.  ...