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Chapter 7: The Tacky Brunch

The day Leo was finally discharged from the NICU should have been a quiet, sacred moment.

Instead, when Liam drove us back to our four-bedroom suburban house, I found the driveway packed with cars.

"What is this, Liam?" I asked, gripping the handle of Leo's car seat until my knuckles turned white.

"It's a welcome home brunch," Liam said cheerfully, cutting the engine. "My mother organized it. She wanted to celebrate the baby finally coming home. All our friends are here."

I felt a surge of pure, violent disgust. They hadn't come to visit my son when he was fighting for his life in a plastic box, but now that he was a convenient prop for a party, they were ready to drink mimosas on my front lawn.

I carried Leo inside. The house was decorated with cheap blue streamers, and the living room was full of guests.

Valerie swept forward, wearing a brand-new silk blouse. "There he is!" she practically shouted, reaching for the car seat. "Let grandma see the little survivor!"

"Don't touch him," I said, stepping back so sharply that Valerie stumbled. "He is immunocompromised. Nobody is touching him, and nobody is holding him."

A hush fell over the living room. Liam's jaw clenched.

"Charlotte," Liam hissed under his breath. "Don't do this today. My mother spent a lot of money catering this."

"Really?" I asked, looking around the room at the catered brunch spread. "Where did she get the money, Liam? Because the last time she threw a party, she had to steal twenty-three thousand dollars from my medical fund to avoid foreclosure."

The silence in the room was absolute. Brittany, who had a champagne flute halfway to her mouth, froze.

"How dare you," Valerie gasped, pressing a hand to her chest in mock outrage. "Liam, are you going to let your wife speak to me this way in front of our guests?"

"Charlotte, you are being completely irrational," Liam barked, stepping toward me with that same aggressive, domineering posture he had used at the baby shower. "You are embarrassing this family. Go upstairs and calm down."

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"I am perfectly calm, Liam," I said, my voice carrying clearly through the silent room. "In fact, I've never been more clear-headed in my life."

Right on cue, the doorbell rang.

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