She was already pregnant.
Her mother had recently died of cancer. While sorting through boxes, she found photographs, letters, and a document containing Adrian’s full name.
She found him online.
Their first meeting lasted three hours.
Adrian cried alone in his car afterward.
I hated that he’d experienced something so enormous.
I hated even more that he chose to experience it without me.
“Why didn’t you tell me that night?”
He looked at my stomach.
There was the excuse I expected.
“You’d just had the bleeding scare.”
At thirteen weeks,
