d me into a small, windowless conference room off the main lobby. T

a pr

ice was swallowed by the plush carpeting and wood-paneled walls. Exhausted, I slump

fled at first, then clearer. The door mus

I mean, Ms. Hopkins seemed very distre

, a young man named Mark wh

oice. Calm, controlled

. She can't stand that I'm movin

bones. I pressed my ear agai

pressed, his voice hesitant. "

olve itself. Look, Kelsie will never leave me. She's too devoted to that son o

ractically hear the arro

er once this is all over. Let he

was s

. I'm building a legacy here. Janel is giving me a healthy heir. A son wh

lthy

room, a death knell for my son, for m

y shared dream, it was all a lie. I wasn't his wife. I was an inconvenienc

All I could feel was a vast, cold emptiness opening up inside me. The love I had held for Franklin, a love I had nurtu

doration, and he had promised to love and cherish me, in sickness and in health. He had held L

All

ss conference. He was going to stand in front of the world and announce

lock on the d

dn't

open. Mark stood there, his fac

e said quietly

ked past him without a word. The pity in his eyes was a

e that could

a mother. And her son