The Pottery Party That Shattered My Life When I signed up for a pottery class with my best friend Ava, I thought it would be a fun, harmless way to pass the time while waiting for baby number two. I imagined it would be a light afternoon of painting, laughing, and making something cute for the nursery. But what actually happened that day turned my whole world upside down. It started with a few brushstrokes… and ended with a secret that shattered my marriage. I’m Olivia, and I’m currently eight

I was in labor, caught in the grip of unbearable pain. My body felt like it was being torn apart with every contraction. Exhausted and drained, I clung to the people I trusted most to help me through it. But just when I thought I couldn’t handle any more, my mother-in-law, Regina, decided to make things worse. She walked in, looked at my mom, and with a cold, dismissive tone, told her that she didn’t “belong” in the delivery room. Her reasoning? “She’s not paying for the hospital bill, so

Richard’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his fingers tapping nervously to the rhythm of his racing thoughts. He was on his way to Deidre’s house, eager to celebrate his eightieth birthday with his daughter. He hadn’t seen her in a while, not since his wife had passed away four years ago. She used to come to visit every Thanksgiving, but that stopped after her mom died. Now, their connection was reduced to weekly phone calls. Today, though, Richard was determined to make it special. He drove with a sense of