I had just given birth when my husband looked me in the eye and said, “Take the bus home. I’m taking my family to hotpot.” Two hours later, his voice was shaking on the phone: “Claire… what did you do? Everything is gone.”

Is the baby here?” Martin answered immediately.

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“Yes,” I said softly. “And Daniel just walked out on us.”

There was a pause.

Then his tone changed. “Do you want to proceed?”

I looked at my son’s tiny fingers wrapped around mine.

“Yes,” I said.

“Lock everything down.”

While Daniel and his family were laughing at a hotpot restaurant, posting photos with captions like “Family first. Blessed day,” my signature had already set things in motion.

My baby wasn’t in that photo.

I saved it.