weeks preparing for motherhood, arranging tiny outfits, organizing supplies, and imagining bringing our daughter home.
Daniel and I had devoted six months to preparing her nursery.
Pale blue walls, a white crib, a changing table, and little outfits carefully organized by size.
Above the crib, Daniel had mounted a wooden plaque bearing her name.
Olivia.
Mom had even helped us select the furniture. She’d cried when she first saw the completed room.
Yet while I was giving birth, she’d apparently decided to give that same space to my brother.
Jason
