Lead Generation

In a room so often decorated with vibrant wallpaper and colourful toys, the thick layer of dust that has settled in Karen’s nursery hints ominously at a time less sorrowful. The discarded bridal magazine lays haphazardly strewn across one of the many sealed cardboard boxes, the newly wed couple’s blissful smiles beaming from the page only adding to the sense of despair that floods the room.
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The chunks of vomit wedged between her incisors and her bloodshot right eye are the least of her worries. Karen is eight weeks pregnant, but is keeping it a guilty secret, the memories of her daughters causing her to grip the porcelain tighter still.
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The doctor assures her that there is nothing to worry about this time, but like the surgery clock ticking monotonously towards the hour, Karen feels like she already knows the outcome.
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“If you are fine, then why are you crying all the time?"