Vanessa

I look from Brent to Vanessa and back again with a deer in headlights look. How could she say something like that? She must know how much Brent wants a child.

Slowly, I shake my head, still staring at Brent.

His eyes widen. I can see hopes and dreams filling them.

There's nothing I want more than to give Brent what he desires.

Brent squints at me.

I keep shaking my head.

"Often," Uma interrupts, "a pregnant woman is the last to ...