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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My sister, Delaney, has always had a gift for making everything about her.

When I graduated from college, she announced her successful interview on the same day. When I got my first promotion, she showed up at the celebration dinner in a neck brace from a “car accident” that turned out to be a minor fender bender in a parking lot.

So when she called a family gathering three months after my miscarriage, I should’ve known something was coming.

We were all at my parents’ house. Mom had made her famous pot roast. Dad was carving the meat. My aunt Sharon was complaining about her neighbors. It was almost normal, almost comfortable, until Delaney stood up and tapped her wine glass with a fork.

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