The doctor trying to save my life in the delivery room was my ex-husband—the same man who left me pregnant in the rain. What I told him made him stumble back.

her desk and not eating lunch. I had been late. I had been irritated. I had told her not to be intense, that sometimes friends needed space.

Adult hurry has a cruel talent for making enormous signals seem small.

I knelt in front of Sofi.

“Hi, sweetheart,” I said gently. “I’m Laura, Camila’s mom. Do you feel sick?”

Sofi nodded without looking at me.

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