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

we’ll monitor closely.”

Higher risk.

The joy dimmed just enough for fear to enter.

But fear was no longer proof that I was weak. It was proof that something mattered.

That night, Gabriel opened a bottle of sparkling cider at dinner and raised his glass.

“To Elena,” he said softly. “To Helen. To Mariana. And to the three little miracles who have already continue reading …