When I lost my baby at 19 weeks, I thought the worst thing I’d ever face was grief. I had no idea my husband and my best friend were already sharing a secret that would shatter everything. But a year later, karma handed them a “gift” I never could’ve imagined.
My husband, Camden, was always steady, predictable, and calm.
After years of heartbreak, that was exactly what I wanted.
When we discovered I was pregnant, the first person I told was Elise, my best friend since college.
Elise was all sharp angles and blinding charisma, the kind of woman who was so effortlessly magnetic that you just wanted to be near her.
She was my chosen sister.
My family.
Honestly, her reaction to the news was bigger than mine. She bought miniature socks with whales on them before I was even 12 weeks along.Continue reading…
