I placed a bouquet of pink daisies on the gravestone.

The gravestone bore no photograph, only a name.

Joy.

I hadn't asked the doctor about the baby's gender, but whether a boy or girl, I hoped they would be happy in their next life.

"Claire!"

I turned around to see Serena storming towards me.

"You really spent two hundred thousand on a grave for a lump of dead flesh?" Serena glared at me, her teeth clenched. "If it weren't for me calling the ambulance, you'd be dead with your baby. Yet you repay me by ruining my reputation."

Her presence was a nuisance, disrupting my time with my baby. I...