Breathe

It seemed like everything was rushing to me all at once and I just could not keep it all in.

My mother-in-law's thinly veiled insults, every chance she got, my inability to give Tate a child, the stress that came with working tirelessly for two months, dealing with Maggie and then Rafe and his threats...

It was all too much and I let it all go in my sister's arms in the ladies room at Wong's, in our designer givenchy and la Chez dresses with our husbands at the table talking business or sports or whatever it was men talked about as they waited for us.

And desserts.