“Broken beyond repair,” my mother declared at my sister’s baby shower. “She’ll never be able to have children.” Every head in the room turned toward me: thirty pairs of pitying eyes. I didn’t argue. I just smiled… and glanced at my watch.
PART 1 “Damaged product,” my mom said in front of everyone at my sister’s baby shower. “A broken woman can never be a mother.” Thirty people remained silent. The clinking of glasses stopped. The aunts stopped chewing on canapés. My sister Sofia’s friends looked at me as if I were some kind of tragedy sitting…
