Victoria's POVI used to dream about my baby," I said finally. "Every night for years. I'd dream about what they would have looked like. What their laugh would have sounded like. What kind of person they would have grown up to be."

Diana didn't say anything. She just listened.

"The dreams stopped a few years ago," I continued. "I thought it meant I was getting better. Moving on. But I think it just meant I was getting emptier."

"Victoria—"

"I've spent so many years planning this. Thinking ...