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.

sound out of the room.

“I bought that for Claire.”

PART 3

Claire’s glass shook in her hand. Damon’s fingers tightened briefly on my shoulder, then pulled away.

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then Owen turned to Claire.

“Why was it in Felicity’s bedroom?”

Claire opened her mouth, but Damon spoke first.

“Claire’s been helping with the shower. She’s been in and continue reading …