I h:id my career as a judge from my mother-in-law. After my C-section, she stormed in with adoption papers, demanding one twin for her infe:rtile daughter. I clutched my babies and pressed the panic button

“That is out of context.”

“Sit down,” Ruiz ordered.

She remained standing.

“I was trying to repair this family.”

“By manufacturing an adoption waiver?” I asked.

“By giving Karen something to live for.”

Ethan stared at his mother.

“She told you no.”

“She is confused.”

“She told you no.”

“She doesn’t know what she wants.”

“And I do?” I asked.

Margaret’s eyes snapped toward me.

“You never wanted children.”

The certainty in her voice stopped me.

“What did you say?”

“You delayed for years. You chose your career. You froze your eggs and hid behind excuses while Ethan waited.”