Daniel kept picking it up and rereading the letter. He said he had won the trip through a sales contest at work: four months on a luxury cruise ship, meals included, island stops included, the kind of trip people like us usually only saw on television.
« We actually got lucky for once, » he said.
Two weeks later, we were sitting in Dr. Evans’s office staring at an ultrasound screen.
I never saw the company announcement myself. Just the printed letter Daniel kept reading.
Two weeks later, we were sitting in Dr. Evans’s office staring at an ultrasound-screen.
« Helen, » she said, turning the screen toward me, « you’re carrying triplets. »
Daniel let out a stunned laugh.
« Triplets? »
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