That evening, when the house was finally quiet, I sat alone and opened an email from my doctor. I had asked for the results that day.
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I was having a girl.
For the time in days, I smiled.
Not because everything was okay. Because I knew something important.
I would be okay.
The weeks that followed were difficult. Clear. I filed for divorce. Blake didn’t fight it. There was nothing left to defend. Harper drifted away from the family, unable to face what had happened.
Three months later, my daughter was born.
I named her Grace.
She came into a world that had already tested me in ways I never expected.. She also gave me a reason to move forward with strength.
People still ask me if I regret what I did.
I don’t.
