Lisa's P.O. V.
"I'm sorry, Lisa. You can't have children."
I thought I had gotten bad news before. News that tore my world apart, but this..this was just bad as the day John died. My gynecologist sat behind her desk, looking at me with those pitying eyes, pushing a box of tissues my way. I didn't want to cry, but my body decided to without permission.
"You have a heart shaped womb. It will be extremely hard for you to get pregnant and if you do it would be very dangerous for the child and yourself," she further explained as I stayed quiet.