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.

her eyes. Someone near the kitchen whispered my name.

I kept my eyes on him.

“That money was for hospital bills and the months I was planning to take off after our daughter was born.”

“I was going to put it back.”

“With what?”

“My company’s doing fine.”

Claire stared at him.

“You said it didn’t matter because you were going to sell this house.”

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