“Are you going to tell me why we’re really doing this?” she asks, her breath fogging the glass.
“I’ve heard Lamaze can be very beneficial to new parents.”
She snorts. More fog. Little puffs on the window, physical proof of how little she trusts me. “That’s a great line. Now, howabout the truth?”
“How about you just trust me?”
“Sorry, I’m not in the habit of blind trust. You want me to trust you? You’re gonna have to tell me what you’re playing at.”
We round the corner and the Lamaze studio comes into view. I park in front, get out of the car first, and walk around to Wren’sdoor. Already, I can spy two photographers with their cameras poised at the ready, but I pretend I don’t see them. It’s not untilthe moment Wren steps out onto the pavement that the flashes start to go off.
“What t
