Armani points to the left of the lawn, where a little girl is playing in a sandpit. “We’re here for her.” A shockwave hits me square in the heart, and my eyes fly to Armani’s face. “You said you wished we could have a little girl, so I called the orphanage and made the arrangements.” Oh my God. My hands cover my mouth as I start to walk toward her. After I had Diego, I couldn’t fall pregnant again. I was devastated when the doctor told me I wouldn’t be able to have more children.
