My Daughter Cut Into Her Gender Reveal Cake and Burst Into Tears—Then the Baker Pulled Me Aside and Showed Me Why

“I’m not telling you to stay.”

“Then why say maybe?”

“Because tonight you’re six months pregnant, exhausted, and in shock.”

I held her hand.

“You can decide what to do after you sleep.”

That was the beginning of a pattern.

No giant decision while adrenaline was still speaking.

PART 16 — THE PHONE

Spencer sent thirty-seven messages that night.

Chloe did not read them.