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Ellis Cora holds it together, but I see her lower lip tremble a bit. That’s when she’s off kilter. She’s right about one thing, I know her well and that’s her tell for being scared. Kyle had told me about her making sure she couldn’t have kids when Kevin was born. I honestly don’t care about adopting, surrogacy, whatever. If Laurel can’t have kids, then I will pay whatever to adopt if she wants them. But Cora needs to think otherwise. She slowly nods and I’m sure her brain is working overtime to figure out how to get out of this. Before she can answer though, I watch a guy walking our way. He has a tray with some type of chocolate sauced dessert. He falters a step and trips, the tray tilting and that huge bowl falling right next to Cora. It hits the table in front of her and splatters