Rosie gets uncomfortable for a second before looking up at me. I know I'm not going to like whatever she has to say.
"No," she replies and I let out a breath of relief, but Rosie fiddles with her hands nervously and I know there's more to it, "Clara was pregnant, but she lost the baby. That was two years ago. The doctor told her she most likely can't have children. Her uterus is not viable."
There is a world of emotions inside me. Relief, jealousy, perverse happiness and guilt.
I don't want to wish ill on any sister of mine, but... I can't help but be happy that she can't procreate with my man. That doesn't take away from the fact that she was pregnant at one point and they right now could have a pup that I would have hated. My own nephew or niece.
I'm a horrible person.
"Hell," I ma
