Unlucky because she had a terminal illness and was living on borrowed time, while the only man she loved had betrayed her.
And lucky because, well… it seemed she had a lot of money. Though she wasn’t sure how much would be left after a divorce.
She smiled, but it couldn't hide a sense of deep-seated sorrow.
Sensing she didn't want to talk, Nathan didn't press further. He nodded, letting the topic drop.
After her appointment, Emma didn't head straight home. She walked to a nearby park.
There were many elderly people there with their grandchildren, mostly toddlers around two or three. Their steps were unsteady, wobbling as they walked, their mouths open in wide grins that revealed a couple of small, crooked teeth.
The sunlight was gentle and warm.
Emma found an empty spot and crouched down, watching the children play from a distance. She had been pregnant once, a year ago.
But her relationship with Evan had already deteriorated by then. Evan was rarely home, and when he was, they fought. Eventually, to avoid the arguments, he just stopped coming back altogether.
She hadn't felt pregnant at all.
She didn't experience any of the morning sickness, fatigue, or nausea described in movies and books. Thinking of that child brought a pang of pain and guilt.

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