Photo Source: Unsplash Each contraction narrowed Tanya’s world. First, to the excruciating, rhythmic tightening below her ribs; then, to the burning at her threshold; in the end, to the wrinkly agglomeration of life that emerged from within her. Her body had taken control and done it all of its own accord. All Tanya could do was breathe, ache, and witness. That day, her world contracted to an entity no larger than her still-swollen uterus, her life sliding into a no-return track, the...