My Husband Told Me To Take The Bus After Birth, Then His Whole Empire Vanished Before Dessert

“No,” I said honestly. “But it will be.”

She studied my face for a moment, then adjusted Ethan’s blanket with careful hands.

“Sometimes,” she said, “the day a child is born is also the day a mother is born.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“I hope so.”

She smiled sadly. “From the look in your eyes, honey, I’d say she already is.”

That night, I did not continue reading …