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Porcelain hit marble with a sound like a gunshot in a room full of pink ribbons and polite laughter, and every woman at the Fairmont’s garden room turned at once—because …

“Damaged goods,” Mom whispered at my sister’s baby shower. “Too broken to ever have children.” Thirty guests stared at me. I smiled and checked my watch. Then the door opened—Maria, my nanny, walked in carrying my two-year-old triplets. Read More

Porcelain hit marble with a sound like a gunshot in a room full of pink ribbons and polite laughter, and every woman at the Fairmont’s garden room turned at once—because …

“Damaged goods,” Mom whispered at my sister’s baby shower. “Too broken to ever have children.” Thirty guests stared at me. I smiled and checked my watch. Then the door opened—Maria, my nanny, walked in carrying my two-year-old triplets. Read More

Porcelain hit marble with a sound like a gunshot in a room full of pink ribbons and polite laughter, and every woman at the Fairmont’s garden room turned at once—because …

“Damaged goods,” Mom whispered at my sister’s baby shower. “Too broken to ever have children.” Thirty guests stared at me. I smiled and checked my watch. Then the door opened—Maria, my nanny, walked in carrying my two-year-old triplets. Read More

Porcelain hit marble with a sound like a gunshot in a room full of pink ribbons and polite laughter, and every woman at the Fairmont’s garden room turned at once—because …

“Damaged goods,” Mom whispered at my sister’s baby shower. “Too broken to ever have children.” Thirty guests stared at me. I smiled and checked my watch. Then the door opened—Maria, my nanny, walked in carrying my two-year-old triplets. Read More

Porcelain hit marble with a sound like a gunshot in a room full of pink ribbons and polite laughter, and every woman at the Fairmont’s garden room turned at once—because …

“Damaged goods,” Mom whispered at my sister’s baby shower. “Too broken to ever have children.” Thirty guests stared at me. I smiled and checked my watch. Then the door opened—Maria, my nanny, walked in carrying my two-year-old triplets. Read More

Porcelain hit marble with a sound like a gunshot in a room full of pink ribbons and polite laughter, and every woman at the Fairmont’s garden room turned at once—because …

“Damaged goods,” Mom whispered at my sister’s baby shower. “Too broken to ever have children.” Thirty guests stared at me. I smiled and checked my watch. Then the door opened—Maria, my nanny, walked in carrying my two-year-old triplets. Read More

Porcelain hit marble with a sound like a gunshot in a room full of pink ribbons and polite laughter, and every woman at the Fairmont’s garden room turned at once—because …

“Damaged goods,” Mom whispered at my sister’s baby shower. “Too broken to ever have children.” Thirty guests stared at me. I smiled and checked my watch. Then the door opened—Maria, my nanny, walked in carrying my two-year-old triplets. Read More

Porcelain hit marble with a sound like a gunshot in a room full of pink ribbons and polite laughter, and every woman at the Fairmont’s garden room turned at once—because …

“Damaged goods,” Mom whispered at my sister’s baby shower. “Too broken to ever have children.” Thirty guests stared at me. I smiled and checked my watch. Then the door opened—Maria, my nanny, walked in carrying my two-year-old triplets. Read More

Porcelain hit marble with a sound like a gunshot in a room full of pink ribbons and polite laughter, and every woman at the Fairmont’s garden room turned at once—because …

“Damaged goods,” Mom whispered at my sister’s baby shower. “Too broken to ever have children.” Thirty guests stared at me. I smiled and checked my watch. Then the door opened—Maria, my nanny, walked in carrying my two-year-old triplets. Read More

Porcelain hit marble with a sound like a gunshot in a room full of pink ribbons and polite laughter, and every woman at the Fairmont’s garden room turned at once—because …

“Damaged goods,” Mom whispered at my sister’s baby shower. “Too broken to ever have children.” Thirty guests stared at me. I smiled and checked my watch. Then the door opened—Maria, my nanny, walked in carrying my two-year-old triplets. Read More