She started talking about “unexpected blessings” and “second chances” and how “people who show up when life surprises you are the only people that matter.”
At one point, she looked directly across the room. I followed her gaze, and guess what? She was staring right at Camden.
Before I could wonder what that was about, she popped the balloon.
Pink confetti rained down. It was a girl. Who cares?
The celebration felt like a mockery, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I walked outside, needing just a moment of quiet and fresh air to recenter myself.
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