Gabriel imagined it.

And then he built it, morning by ordinary morning, until it was real enough that my sister called me every day just to tell me how good it was.

Chapter 11 — We’re Having Twins

Then came the phone call I had secretly prayed for on every holiday, in the private way you pray for the things you are half-afraid to even want on someone else’s behalf.

“I’m going to be a mom, Nora,” Gemma whispered into the phone, her voice trembling with a joy almost too big for it to carry.