Chapter 62

Savannah

Three nights later, I announce the baby to the family with a bowl of mashed potatoes in my hand and my pulse trying to crawl up into my face.

In hindsight, maybe there were classier ways to do it.

I could’ve brought cupcakes with pink icing and blue sprinkles, or made Wyatt wear a big brother shirt, or handed out sonogram copies in little envelopes like one of those women online who someh