After her divorce, Willa starts over by renting a cozy home in a quiet town. But her fresh start takes an unexpected turn when police arrive, insisting on checking her basement… and discover something surprising. Something that will change Willa’s life forever.

I wasn’t sure if the coffee I was drinking was extra bitter that morning, or if I was just in my feelings.

Probably the latter.

At thirty-five, I’ve learned to accept the reality of my infertility. But that didn’t make it easier to watch my marriage unravel under the weight of it. My ex-husband wanted children. Desperately.

I mean, so did I, but life had other plans.

“Willa,” Seth said one evening. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take…”

“What do you mean?” I asked, knowing exactly where the conversation was headed.

“I want kids, Wil,” he said. “I’m not getting younger, and neither are you. And we haven’t had any luck with fostering kids or surrogates who meet our requirements.”

“What would you like me to do?” I asked, putting my cup of tea down on the coffee table. “Would you like me to leave? To end our marriage? To… let you start over?”

Seth didn’t say anything. It was his silence that answered all my questions.