“We don’t know it’s a girl.”
“I do.”
I laughed.
“You absolutely do not.”
She shrugged.
“I have instincts.”
She was wrong.
Six weeks later, I gave birth to a boy.
We named him Caleb.
Labor lasted fourteen hours.
At hour nine, a nurse asked who I wanted in the room besides Adrian.
My sister was already there.
I looked toward the doorway.
Maren stood outside holding coffee, trying hard not to intrude.
For a second, I remembered that first hospital hallway.
Her gripping Adrian’s sleeve.
My husband pretending to
