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Everyone deals with miscarriage in their own way - and very, very many of us have dealt with it. When I had a miscarriage, my grief was swift and overwhelming. I mourned deeply the child with whom I'd already fallen in love, and with my next pregnancy I was detached, never quite believing he was real until the 20-week ultrasound. Now, less than two years later, I've accepted the loss as something that just happens, and remember the pain only distantly. Allison Dubois, on the other hand, has grief that remains terribly present. Every year around the time of her miscarriage, she has visions of "Brian," who would be about 15. She's a sensitive soul. The dreams keep her up, mourning what could have been.

"I need coffee," she tells her husband at 6 a.m. when he realizes she's awake. He calls her bluff, telling her to just drink tea, and she insists. "I'll be gone a few hours, I'll cry without anyone hearing me, and I will come back with a bag of coffee," she says. Soon, she's discovering the body of the Coffee Palace's manager. And we're thrust into the mystery; is it a robbery gone bad? An easy way out for the victim's husband? Or something else? Where's the twist?

Before we talk twists, though, I'd like everyone to say "hi" to my friend Kristi, who said she stood next to Patricia Arquette during the filming of this episode! Hi Kristi!

After about 20 minutes of each Medium episode, I start asking myself, what will the twist be, this time? Will I figure it out? It's introduced fairly early in the mystery during the interview with the husband. It turns out that the husband and the coffee shop manager were going through tough times because of a long battle with infertility, possibly caused by the woman's youthful problems with drugs.

I knew it would have something to do with the victim's fertility. And the "info" button gave away Allison's conflicted feelings about the eventual suspect, a lookalike to the 15-year-old "Brian" of her dream. The suspect's name is Jesse, and his mom - who's single - is an obstetrician. My "twist" alarm bells go off all over the place, and already I'm suspecting Jesse's mom, but not knowing why.

Certainly, she's involved in a coverup on some level. I still don't figure out the twist until everyone else does. The victim wasn't infertile (guessed that), she had been pregnant before (also guessed that). Jesse's mother was her doctor (yep, guessed that too). What I didn't guess, not even close: those drugs, she was doing them all through her pregnancy, and she showed up at a clinic where the good Dr. Andrews was working eight months pregnant, in labor, and in denial. The doctor told her the baby had died, and then took him as her own.

It was wrong, but couldn't you imagine yourself doing it? I could. Of course, I couldn't imagine myself killing the woman when I found her, paradoxically, working in the coffee shop where our son got his first job.

Everyone deals differently, though, with the loss of a child.