The Father of My Twins Mocked Me for Ordering a $5 Cobb Salad – I Stayed Quiet but Karma Acted

I didn't care.

For a moment, I closed my eyes and pictured what I wanted more than anything: Mia and Maya, asleep in matching onesies, their tiny bellies rising and falling. Their names had started whispering to me lately.

Maybe because they sounded soft... or maybe because they sounded like freedom.

A waitress came over — she was in her forties, maybe, with a tired smile and a bun that was half undone. Her name tag read Dottie.

I closed my eyes and pictured what I wanted more than anything.

Before she could say anything, Briggs grunted.