The Name She Chose
I once believed the worst thing that could happen was discovering my husband’s affair with my sister. I thought the only way to survive was to harden, to cut them both out and never look back. But standing beside her hospital bed, watching her sleep after losing the baby she’d meant to name after me, I realized we were both casualties of the same cruelty. He had broken us in different ways, then walked away from the wreckage. Bringing her…