Caroline taped her first restaurant floor plan to the brick wall.

The smooth paper stuck fast, holding the corner of the drawing against the mortar.

Caroline stepped back from the brick wall, wiped her thumbs on her apron, and picked up the heavy manila envelope from her drafting table.

Inside lay the certified ultrasound scan signed by Dr.

Martha Vance, along with the clinic cover sheet confirming three separate fetal heartbeats.

At eleven o’clock that morning, the Cranston post office lobby smelled of wet wool coats and damp floor mats.