The hand I'd tucked behind my back caught the pin box on the cutting table and tipped it over. A needle pricked my fingertip.But that little pain was nothing next to what Vera had just said.My health had been poor when I was pregnant with Robin. Every night, Ethan would rest his hand on my belly and wait for her to kick, and whenever she did, it made his whole night.Once, out of nowhere, he said, "Let's name our baby Robin.""Whether it's a boy or a girl?" I laughed. "How did you come up with that name?"He paused, then answered seriously, "Boy or girl, this baby will be the most precious gift we have."I believed him back then.Even our daughter's name isn't a memory we made together. It's a promise he carried over from another relationship.Ethan clearly remembered that moment too, and for once he looked flustered. "Nora, about the name, I can explain.""No need." I gathered up the pins scattered on the table. The tiny wound on my finger had stopped bleeding. "Robin is the daughte
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