I never signed up to carry my sister-in-law’s child. But here I am, staring at the positive test, heart pounding like I’ve committed a crime. She wanted this so badly—her and my husband, both pleading, crying, promising it wouldn’t change anything. But everything has already changed. The way he looks at me now… the way she touches my belly like it belongs to her. I’m just supposed to stay quiet, obedient, until the baby comes? No. This body is mine. And I’m starting to wonder what kind of war I’m willing to fight to keep it that way.