As far as we knew, only the bakery knew the baby’s gender. So when Chloe finally pressed the knife through the white frosting, everyone crowded closer to see the first slice.
She lifted it out.
The filling was pink.
Everyone around us reacted with excitement, but Chloe did not. She simply stared at the cake for several seconds before tears began running down her face.
Spencer immediately wrapped his arms around her.
Something about the way Chloe answered unsettled me. She did not look overwhelmed with happiness or relief.
She looked worried.
That was when I noticed the baker standing near the gate to our backyard. She had personally delivered the cake that morning, but now she was watching Chloe with an expression that made me uneasy.
When she realized I was looking at her, she quickly motioned for me to come over.
She led me toward her delivery van and pulled out her phone. Once we were away from the other guests, she lowered her voice.
