“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

away from me in bed.

Adrian saying, “Maybe motherhood isn’t meant for every woman.”

Adrian signing papers without looking at me.

Adrian leaving.

The memory snapped shut.

He saw me.

His smile faltered—just slightly. Then returned, sharper.

He crossed the room.

“Mia,” he said loudly enough for nearby guests to hear. “You came.”

“I said I would.”

His eyes moved continue reading …