72 hours after I gave birth, my mom walked into my hospital room with custody papers for my baby. She said my “infertile” sister deserved him more than I did. I paid $42,500 for her IVF treatments.
Behind her stood my younger sister, Celeste, wrapped in expensive cream-colored linen with sunglasses resting on her head like she had wandered in from brunch instead of a maternity ward. She didn’t look heartbroken. She looked prepared.
