Marissa POVI was going to tell him about the baby. Instead, I told him nothing because by the time I walked through our door, my husband was already dead.The pregnancy test sat in my purse like a secret weapon. Three pink lines. Three impossible, miraculous lines after five years of trying, three devastating miscarriages, and enough tears to fill the marble fountain in our front garden. My hand had been resting on my stomach for the entire drive home, as if I could protect this tiny spark of life through sheer will alone."Chris, I'm pregnant." I practiced the words again, watching my lips move in the rearview mirror. Would he cry? Probably. Chris always cried at the emotional moments, proposal, wedding, every negative test that came before this positive one. "We're finally going to be parents."The gates of our Bel Air estate rolled open automatically. Security system armed, cameras recording, everything running like the well-oiled machine my father had built before passing it to m
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