This isn’t the life I dreamed about during my first pregnancy. It’s not the future I envisioned when I married Malcolm.
But it will be honest.
And right now, honesty is enough.
I’m due in five weeks. I’ll soon be a single mother of two, navigating custody schedules and co-parenting with a man I no longer recognize.
There will be hard conversations. Legal paperwork. Explanations someday for Tess. Introductions to a half-sibling none of us knew existed.
None of this was in my plan.
But sometimes life forces you to rewrite the story entirely.
The woman at the pottery class didn’t mean to unravel my world. She was just telling her truth.
And somehow, in the most unlikely place, our stories collided.
Now I have to build something new from the wreckage.
For my children.
And for myself.
