Introduction

The oppressive silence of my home was a constant reminder of my twelve lost children.

My husband, Michael, the man I loved, transformed into a monster, ripping each newborn from my arms with cold, absurd justifications.

Every desperate plea for help I made-to family, friends, even strangers-was met with the same chilling betrayal.

Michael merely showed them a mysterious photograph, and instantly, their sympathy vanished, replaced by a cruel consensus that I was the one who was mad, leaving me utterly abandoned in a ceaseless loop of pregnancy and loss.

What dark secret did this single image hold that could turn every loving face against me, convincing them my babies' deaths were a delusion and not a horrifying reality?

I was trapped, heartbroken, and consumed by the desperate need to understand why everyone believed his monstrous lies over my truth.

Just as I plummeted into a final, desperate act to escape this unending torment, the 'nightmare' shattered, awakening me not to death, but to a shocking truth: my decade of anguish was a high-tech medical simulation, and the reality that awaited was stranger, and more hopeful, than anything I could have imagined.