**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond**
by Sage Hunter Lane 139
When Nyla finally returned to the sanctuary of her home, the weight of the world seemed to press down on her shoulders. She reached for her phone, fingers trembling slightly as she typed out a message to HR, requesting a day off. Exhaustion enveloped her like a heavy blanket, and she sank into her bed, drifting into a deep sleep that lasted until the sun was well past its zenith.
As she stirred from her slumber, the soft glow of her phone screen caught her eye. Groggily, she reached for it, squinting at the number of missed calls that blinked back at her, alongside a text message that felt like a harbinger of bad news.
[Ms. Jayston, your medical report is ready. Our staff tried calling you but couldn’t reach you. You can either pick up a hard copy at the hospital’s medical office or call us back to receive an electronic version. Have a great day!]
With a heart that raced in her chest, Nyla quickly dialed the hospital, her voice shaky as she requested an electronic copy of her report. The moment the document opened on her screen, a cold dread settled in the pit of her stomach.
The results were nothing short of devastating—she was infertile.
Tears blurred her vision, not for Clark or for any lost relationship, but for the dreams of motherhood that now felt like a distant fantasy. The thought that she might never cradle her own child in her arms was a bitter pill to swallow.
In a moment of despair, her phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor as she buried her face in her hands. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, each drop a testament to her shattered hopes.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she sat there, lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Eventually, she found a semblance of calm. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she splashed cold water on her face, steeling herself for the next steps. She resolved to seek a second opinion at another hospital soon. If this grim reality was to be confirmed, she would have to face it head-on and map out a future that was now irrevocably altered.
After hastily preparing a light meal, she steeled herself for work, knowing that the routine might offer a distraction from her turbulent thoughts.
Arriving at the office, she parked her car and walked toward the elevator, the familiar sound of footsteps behind her drawing her attention. It was Spencer, his voice cutting through the air as he spoke to Damon.
“Mr. Sumner, here’s this afternoon’s schedule for you,” Spencer announced, handing over a document.
Nyla turned slightly, her gaze locking with Damon’s dark eyes.
“Mr. Sumner, Mr. Hogg,” she greeted, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.
Damon’s gaze lingered for a moment on her red-rimmed eyes and fatigued expression, but he quickly averted his gaze, as if the sight was too much for him to bear.
“How are you feeling? If you haven’t fully recovered, you can take more time off,” he offered, his tone cool and measured.
Nyla sensed a chill in his demeanor, a distance that hadn’t been there before. Perhaps her words at the hospital had left a mark. Yet, her mind was too consumed with her own turmoil to dwell on Damon’s attitude.

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