No Longer Mine

Thinking of this, my heart ached terribly. I wondered if I was a terrible mother or if I should have another child.

Dexter left a file on a café table, and I came over to take it.

Inside were Chloe's prenatal checkup reports, printed from photos, along with a picture of her sitting in the doctor's office, her expression worried.

I remembered a colleague had accompanied her to the hospital, but the