Chapter 4

I stared at my phone screen, heart pounding as I hovered over the Instagram post button. The photo I'd selected wasn't particularly damning to the untrained eye—just Ryan and Charlotte sharing a laugh at the hospital café. Their heads were bent close together, his hand casually resting on her wrist. To anyone else, it might look like friends catching up. But I knew better. I knew exactly when this moment had occurred: while I was upstairs recovering from losing our baby.

My fingers trembled as I typed the caption: "Interesting what you discover about loyalty during a crisis. #ThoughtsAndPrayers"

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