He Asked for a Divorce at Dinner

I should have seen years earlier.

They knew I was carrying them.

They simply preferred pretending I wasn’t.

I didn’t cry.

I folded my napkin.

“If you want a divorce,” I said quietly, “you’ll have one.”

Upstairs, one suitcase was enough.

Sweaters.

Legal documents.

Toiletries.

The ultrasound picture.

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