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

like to hear that too.”

“Hannah, not here.”

“Where would you prefer? Denver?”

The nurse looked uncomfortable.

Maren looked confused.

Then frightened.

“Adrian,” she said. “What’s going on?”

I stared at her.

“You really don’t know who I am?”

Her face paled.

“You’re Hannah.”

My stomach dropped.

She knew my name.

I hadn’t known hers sixty seconds earlier.

I folded my arms instinctively around my belly.

“How do you know my name?”

Maren looked at Adrian.

He stared at the floor.

That silence answered too much and nothing useful.

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