Vanessa closed the door behind her and forced a smile. “Melanie,” she said softly, as if we were close. “How are you feeling?”
I stared at her in disbelief. Less than twenty-four hours earlier, she had called me selfish for going into labor on her birthday.
My mother held up the gift bag. “We brought something for the baby.”
I didn’t respond. Lily was asleep against my chest, wrapped in the hospital blanket, and every instinct in me told me to protect her from the women standing just a few feet away.
“Put that on the chair,” I said flatly.
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