At family dinner, i said: “i’m about to give birth…

from my mother. How are you feeling, sweetheart? Heather’s shower was beautiful. When’s your due date again? Only a few more weeks. I stared at that text for a long time. She didn’t know. She didn’t know I’d given birth. She didn’t know about the twins. She didn’t know about Mabel. I blocked her number. I blocked my father’s. I blocked Donovan’s.

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