Having the Keys Doesn’t Mean You Own It
But I’ve assembled it enough times in my mind that I can tell it to you.
While my car carried me toward the airport, Bryce drove the fleet SUV to a private clinic, where Camila was waiting in a VIP lounge, and where Teresa, Gordon, and Suzanne had all gathered — the entire family, assembled for the ultrasound of their long-awaited heir.
“How’s my little champ?” Bryce asked, coming in with a bouquet.
Teresa patted Camila’s arm.
“This baby was sent to bring our family together.”