Ryan was on his knees, his fingers hanging frozen in mid-air, making no move to pick up the divorce agreement at his feet. His eyes were locked on the tipped-over box, its interior completely empty. I had never put the fetus from my induced labor in there, after all. It was just a regular, hollow gift box, intended to shatter the last of his psychological defenses. He'd thought it held a bloodied, mangled embryo, but there was nothing inside at all, just like the marriage he'd given me. Hollow, empty, nothing but a flashy shell.
"Hannah..." His voice was so broken it barely held together. "The baby... the baby's really gone?"
I didn't answer.
Lily seized the chance to yank herself free from Ryan's mother's grip. Her wedding dress was all askew, her hair was a wild, messy tangle, and her
