One year after my divorce, my ex-mother-in-law spotted me at the clinic with a smug grin. She told me her son made the right choice leaving me and was now raising a daughter with my former friend. I stayed calm, smiled, and said

looked at me. “You never wanted to use them again.”

Something cold moved through my chest. “I said I could not survive another loss right away. That is not the same as giving you permission to hand my embryo to Megan.”

Megan finally removed her sunglasses. Her eyes were red.

“He told me you agreed,” she said.

I almost laughed, but there was nothing left continue reading …