At the VIP clinic, I was helping my nine-month pregnant daughter change for her final ultrasound. The moment her shirt slipped off, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

his voice so only I could hear. “Whatever stories she’s been feeding you, Eleanor, you need to understand that pregnancy makes women dramatic. Hormones twist reality.”

I tilted my head slightly. “Grief?”

“Yes,” he murmured. “Grief over the life she thought she’d have. Before she chose to become… difficult.”

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