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 rushing down the hall with one arm around a heavily pregnant woman

his sleeve.

I don’t remember deciding to approach.

I only remember hearing my shoes against the polished floor.

“Adrian?”

He turned.

I will probably remember his expression when I’m eighty.

Shock.

Then fear.

Then something worse.

The realization that the lie was over.

“Hannah.”

The woman opened her eyes.

She looked at me, then Adrian.

“You know her?” she asked.

I almost laughed.

Instead, I lifted my phone.

“Shouldn’t you be boarding a plane right now?”

Maren looked between us.

Adrian opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

Another contraction hit