Excerpt from On Angel’s Wings by Inglath Cooper

At forty-two, I had a life that was in most ways fulfilling.  Still married to the same guy I fell in love with at seventeen.  A pediatrician who got to work with kids every day.  Clay, an attorney who practiced by the mantra of not making a living off the misery of others.  He was actually one of the good guys.  And most days, I still couldn’t believe my luck in being the woman he chose.

Except that most of the time I wondered if he now regretted that choice.

We lived in a big house that somehow made a mockery of the life I had once imagined we would have.  We bought it when Emma was two, and I had every reason to believe that we would fill the three extra bedrooms with brothers and sisters for her.

But I’d learned that life didn’t always take the path we were so sure it would take, and now I walked through the waiting room of my office each morning, imagining the whispers of the mothers sitting there.  Poor Dr. Foster.  Such a tragedy.  Such a waste.  To lose a child like that Emma.