“Vasectomy?” I whispered to myself. 

But I wasn’t the only one who kept repeating that word over and over and over again. My mum, Ace, Mary, and some of the other staff in the room kept saying it. 

“What do you mean,” I asked, my voice cutting through the soft murmurs of everyone, “you had a vasectomy?” 

Scott turned to me slowly, his expression calm. “Yes, Sabrina. Exactly what it means, dear.” 

“When?” I pressed. “How long ago?” 

Ace leaned forward in ...