My husband told me to stay upstairs during his promotion dinner because I wasn’t “back in shape” three weeks after giving birth to twins — I agreed, but he had no idea what I’d left beside his plate

a short laugh.

“No, Celia. I mean… you’re not actually planning to sit with us tonight.”

For a moment, I thought he was joking.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

His eyes moved down my body.

Not quickly.

Slowly.

My chest tightened.

“Come on,” he said. “You’re not exactly back in shape yet.”

I stared at him.

“I gave birth to two babies twenty-one days ago.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

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