Gloria leaned against the marble column of her uncle’s estate, her fingers gripping the stem of her wine glass a little too tightly. The air smelled of expensive cigars and freshly cut grass, but her eyes were locked on the children dashing around the yard, shrieking with joy as they played some chaotic version of tag.

Gloria stood beside her husband, her eyes glimmering with mischief as she watched the children darting around in the lush yard outside before glancing at you with a grin

“You know, we could’ve had a couple of our own to join the fun.”