During dinner, my sister-in-law mocked me for being too old to have children and promised she would give the family the grandchildren they deserved. I calmly slid an envelope across the table. When she looked inside, the entire room fell silent.

but he remained silent. Margaret gave me the same pitying expression she had worn through three miscarriages, two unsuccessful fertility treatments, and years of unwanted questions.

I reached into my handbag and placed a cream-colored envelope on the table.

Vanessa snatched it before Margaret could reach for it. “What is this? Another clinic bill?”

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