I was 8 months pregnant, on a tram. A woman stepped in holding a baby and a large bag. She looked drained. No one moved, so I gave her my seat. She gave me a strange glance.When she got off, she slipped something wet into my bag. I felt sick as I pulled it out—this woman had given me a pacifier,

cracked and chewed, with a note folded around it.The note read: “Don’t be a hero. No one claps for mothers falling apart.” It stunned me. I didn’t know whether,