The Pottery Class That Shattered My Marriage Seven Months Into My Pregnancy

was born on July 4th. And I was Olivia.

Ava and I locked eyes across the table.

Coincidence, I told myself firmly. It had to be just a strange coincidence.

The woman kept talking, unaware of the bomb she was about to drop.

“Six months later,” she continued, “I went into labor myself. And guess what? Malcolm missed it entirely.”

She let out a bitter laugh.continue reading …