After losing my baby, I found out my husband was my sister’s future baby’s father — karma surfaced for them not long after.

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The party progressed. There were games. People guessed whether it was a boy or a girl. Delaney opened presents and cried over tiny onesies and stuffed animals. Every laugh, every squeal of excitement, felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

“You okay?” my cousin Rachel asked, touching my arm.

“I’m fine. Just need some air.”

I slipped away from the crowd and headed to the back corner of the yard, where Delaney had a little garden area with a bench. I sat down, closed my eyes, and tried to breathe.

That’s when I heard them.

“You’re sure she doesn’t suspect anything?”

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