While we headed toward JFK Airport, David and his family were gathering at a luxury fertility clinic. To them, this was a celebration. Allison sat comfortably, dressed elegantly, soaking in the attention.
Linda, my former mother-in-law, held her hand warmly. “Take care of yourself. My grandson needs you strong.”
“I’m fine,” Allison replied sweetly.
Megan handed her a gift. “Only the best for the family heir. We’ve even reserved his school already.”
They laughed together, building dreams on the ruins of my marriage. I was no longer part of their story.
Soon, Allison was called in for her ultrasound. David followed eagerly.
Inside the dim room, the doctor examined the screen carefully. But his expression slowly changed.
