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

I learned I was not carrying one baby.

I was carrying three.

Triplets.

The doctor smiled gently as she turned the screen toward me. “I know this is a lot to take in.”

A lot.

Three tiny heartbeats flickered on the monitor, impossibly quick, like secret music.

Gabriel, seated beside me, went pale.

“Three?” he repeated.

The doctor nodded. “Three.”

I stared at continue reading …