I had no reason to think my daughter's first playdate with a new friend would lead to anything unusual. But the next morning, a hesitant call from the girl's mother left me to figure out how to confront my husband while wondering what I didn't know about him.
The coffee in my mug had gone lukewarm; I couldn't remember taking a sip in the last 10 minutes. My phone was still warm in my palm, Rachel's name glowing on the screen after a shocking call I hadn't quite processed yet.
I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the empty chair where my husband, David, had been eating toast 40 minutes earlier.
Okay, wait. I'm getting ahead of myself; let me tell you how I got here.
My phone was still warm in my palm.
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My husband and I have always had a wonderful, loving family since we welcomed our daughter. But to be honest, for the first three years of our marriage, David and I tried everything to have our baby.
We endured endless doctor's appointments, tests, and more heartbreak than I ever wanted to relive.
When Ava, our daughter, finally arrived, she immediately became the absolute center of our world.
