Triplets and Scandal

Synopsis

Clutching the ultrasound report showing my triplets, I stormed into the Preston Memorial Hall. The entire assembly stared at my swollen belly, their eyes sharp and incredulous, as if I were a madwoman attempting to climb beyond my station. And there he was—the postulant, soon to take his vows—head bowed, fingers tracing the rosary, not even sparing me a glance until I tore his cloak open for all to see.