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

“But there’s something else,” Delaney continued, and now the tears were really flowing. “The father… he doesn’t want anything to do with us. He left me. Told me he wasn’t ready to be a dad and just… walked away.”

My mother’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh, sweetheart. Oh no.”

“I’m going to be doing this alone,” Delaney sobbed. “I’m so scared. I don’t know how I’m going to manage.”

Everyone rushed to comfort her. They promised they’d help. They told her how strong she was, how brave, and how she’d be an amazing mother.

No one looked at me. No one asked how I was doing. My grief, my loss, my empty arms… it all disappeared under the weight of Delaney’s new tragedy.