part 2 The man who spent eleven years blaming me for our childlessness threw me out of our home9-008v

When the results came back, Gabriel did not open them in front of me.

He handed me the sealed envelope.

“You should be the first to know,” he said.

We were sitting in the same private room at the hotel. Outside, rain tapped softly against the courtyard stones, rare and gentle for Los Angeles.

I opened the envelope with clumsy fingers.

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