After 6 miscarriages, my wife finally gave birth to the daughter we prayed for — 18 years later, she sobbed, “Dad, you have no idea what Mom did”

“She gave me a phone number.”

Camille stood.

“Avery, you don’t understand your aunt. She changes her mind. She gets emotional. I spent eighteen years protecting you from confusion.”

“No,” Avery said. “You spent eighteen years protecting yourself from being afraid.”

Camille started to argue.

I stopped her.

“She’s right.”

My wife stared at me.

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