Part 2

The private fertility clinic on the Upper East Side looked more like an upscale hotel than a medical facility. Everything was soft marble, pale golden lighting, and carefully rehearsed smiles. It suited David’s family perfectly. They adored expensive places that made them feel powerful.

Allison sat in the waiting area with one hand resting dramatically over her barely noticeable stomach, dressed in a cream maternity outfit she had absolutely no reason to need yet. Linda Harlow hovered beside her like the proud grandmother of a future royal heir.

“My grandson is going to be strong,” Linda said while squeezing Allison’s hand. “I can feel it.”

Megan laughed softly. “You’ve been saying that for weeks.”

“Because I know it,” Linda replied. “A mother knows.”