“The wait went on, the seconds ticking away in a tangle of emotions, desperate hope giving way to pitiless anguish. The certainty of being safe from misfortune shatters inexorably, like a splinter being driven into your soul, leaving behind fissures that you try to repair because this sort of thing only happens to other people . . . . And words and pictures come to mind and linger, cruel, unbearable. You close your eyes so as not to see, not to feel, not to think. Pathetic attempts to escape disaster by sheer force of will.”
Book:Mothers' Instinct