I came home with our baby’s ultrasound in my hand—and found my husband hurriedly pulling on his pants while my best friend hid behind my maternity coats.

in hand beside her fiancé.

Damon put a hand on my shoulder.

“Felicity isn’t just my best friend,” Claire told our families. “She’s the sister I chose.”

I pulled a photograph out of the envelope hidden under my chair and set it beside my daughter’s ultrasound image.

In the picture, the champagne lace camisole sat beneath the bench in my bedroom, beside continue reading …