[ Jane runs a hand through her hair, swallowing hard and then getting up to pace their room as she speaks. ]

If - if I had a baby, how could I just forget that? How could I...

[ She shakes her head, closing her eyes tightly and standing still now. Slowly, both hands move to her stomach, pressing there, as if trying to feel some phantom kicks, a sign of the life she used to hold inside of her. ]

How could I give that up? Let go of that memory? How could I give up my own baby?