clinic holding those results like a small victory.
As I drove back to our estate in Greenwich, Connecticut, I imagined telling my husband over dinner. After five years of questions, appointments, disappointed looks, and Eleanor’s cutting remarks, I finally had proof that my body was not the problem.
Instead, when I walked into the living room, I found a baby.
Eleanor sat on the velvet sofa with the infant cradled against her chest. Our head housekeeper, Estelle, stood beside her holding a bottle of warm formula.
“This little one is
