Tom and I finally planned a dream vacation across Europe — Italy, Greece, and a stop in Paris. It was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime trip, just for us.Two days before departure, Tom told me his mother had scheduled surgery for the exact week of our trip.

With no one else to help her, he insisted I go alone. I was disappointed but agreed, thinking he was making a noble sacrifice.When I returned two weeks later, I walked into a quiet house — until I saw my best friend, Meredith, standing in my kitchen wearing Tom’s shirt. Upstairs, I discovered a newborn in a cradle.