A Late-Night Game

The suffocating tension at the dining table refused to lift. Wallace’s playful teasing from earlier still hung in the air, leaving Camilla’s face warm with embarrassment. Conrad’s mother leaned forward with a soft chuckle, directing her intrusive question squarely at the couple.

"So, Desmond and Camilla, have you two given any serious thought to whether you’d prefer a little boy or a little girl?