They’d always been close, those two. Dad had left when Melissa was five and I was twelve, and Mom had poured all her energy into my sister. I understood it; Melissa had taken the divorce harder than I had. But there were times I felt like an afterthought in my own family.

We came home from the hospital on a Friday afternoon. Marcus had cleaned the entire house, set up the nursery exactly how we planned, and stocked the fridge with easy meals.