That was the worst part.
The glasses still sparkled. The music kept playing. Lillian kept laughing like it was all just a joke.
The bucket wasn’t just ice—it was murky water, clearly saved for this moment.
Cold ran from my scalp down my spine.
I placed my hand over my stomach as my baby kicked sharply, reacting to the shock.
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