The tiredness enveloped her as she closed the call room door. She hoped for just an hour of sleep before the nurse called saying that her patient was ready to push. As she closed her eyes, she imagined a different life. Enrique's proposal was not what she was expecting.

Now or never, I thought. Taking a deep breath, I noticed a wide-eyed kid in a purple tutu smiling at me from their mother’s side. The little ones always seemed to know—maybe not exactly what I was, but that I was...something. I smiled back, winked, and raised both hands. Now.

In retrospect, I should have known it was a terrible idea.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.