Mom Called Me Damaged at My Sister’s Baby Shower

She did not move.

“Five,” she whispered.

I smiled.

“Yes.”

Her eyes darted from the triplets to the twins, from Alexander to me.

“You have five children?”

“Triplets and twins,” I said. “It turns out I wasn’t broken. I just needed to get away from the person who kept trying to break me.”

Chloe stood slowly, one hand on her belly.

“Elara,” she continue reading …