Marilyn sobbed until she was gasping, and even let out a little milk-burp for good measure.
"Hic."
"Okay, okay, I get it. You want the doctor to keep it a secret."
"It's all Baby's fault. Baby was just too curious, and that's how Big Sister's secret slipped out. I'm so sorry, Sis!"
The moment those words left her mouth, the entire room erupted.
Every single table in the banquet hall broke into whispers, a hundred and eighty tables' worth of guests buzzing at once.
Some didn't even bother to lower their voices, pointing at me right to my face.
"Oh my God, the Cobbs' eldest daughter is that kind of woman?"
"Eight abortions? Can she even still have children?"
"So Harrison basically married damaged goods?"
Every word sliced straight into my mother-in-law Greta Finch's ears like a blade.
Her face went dark, eyes cutting toward me like a pair of knives.
"You had better explain yourself. Now."
Even Harrison, my own husband, lunged forward from beside me, his eyes bloodshot, boring into mine.
"Sandra. Is what your sister said true?"
I was about to answer when Marilyn beat me to it, waving her hands and shaking her head frantically.