Melissa Holmes

“You’ll never have kids with her,” the surgeon said to my partner. I lay in bed, watching the diagnosis unfold in front of me, as if I wasn’t the patient who’d just been operated on.
So that was it then. We were a year into our sort-of new relationship, having been childhood sweethearts a decade before. He already had a daughter with an ex, so if one child was enough for him, that was how it would have to be. The day before, I’d had suspected appendicitis. Now I’d been given a life sentence –...