After our divorce, I faced labor alone with his child—until the doctor revealed a truth, and his mother tried one last time to tear us apart

the children we might one day have.

“If we ever have a daughter,” he had said sleepily, “I think I’d love the name Clara.”

I swallowed hard.

“Her name is Clara.”

The expression on his face almost shattered me.

“You remembered that?”

I looked away immediately.

Of course I remembered.

I remembered everything.

That had always been my weakness.

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