Serena sank onto the couch, the pregnancy strip still clutched in her trembling hands. Her mind couldn’t stop racing.

She had been with Roman for years, always intimate, always trusting the life they shared together. She had believed she was infertile, told herself over and over that nothing could happen and now this.

Her hands moved automatically to her stomach, cupping it as if she could somehow feel the impossible reality inside her.

Tears pricked her eyes, and she swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. How could this be happening? She thought of the doctor’s words from years ago—the certainty of infertility—and now that certainty felt like a lie...