It wasn’t.
Instead I said, “I need it to be different from now on.”
She nodded.
Claire woke and made a small sound from across the room.
Every head turned toward her.
For once, nobody was talking about Khloe, Greg, twins, flights, photographs, or empty chairs.
I watched David lift our daughter carefully and bring her toward me.
Thirty-four days after my wedding, my family had wanted one answer more than anything else.
Boy or girl?
But the real truth had never been hidden inside the envelope.
The real truth was that showing up is a choice.
They had made theirs.
And after years of pretending not to notice, I had finally made mine.
