You’ve done everything right. You’ve prayed until your knees ached and your words ran dry. You’ve waited with the kind of patience that feels less like a virtue and more like a slow erosion of hope. You’ve plastered on optimism like armor, even when it felt paper-thin. You’ve accumulated good karma like currency, doing positive things, helping others, creating healthy distractions—all while glancing over your shoulder, wondering if the universe is keeping score. And still. No