“Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
They were phrases I had become accustomed to hearing. Mormons, I think, are trained well to ask such questions of each other. We had just learned that our third child, whom I was still carrying, had a rare and fatal chromosomal disorder. If Ani made it to full term, she would not live long. We were looking at minutes, maybe hours at most. There was nothing they could do.