My husband said he was flying to Denver for work, so I went to my prenatal appointment alone. While waiting outside maternity triage, I saw him hurrying down the hall with one arm around a heavily pregnant woman, carrying her overnight bag like he’d done it many times before. Then she grabbed his sleeve, looked straight at me, and said one word that changed everything.
At 8:47 that morning, my husband texted me from what he claimed was the airport.
“Boarding soon. Call me after your appointment. Love you
