He Asked for a Divorce at Dinner

before anyone else.

I stood at the kitchen island trying not to throw up.

Not from the argument.

From the pregnancy.

I had planned to tell Thomas after dinner.

Earlier that afternoon, three deliveries had arrived at the house.

Prenatal vitamins.

Pregnancy books.

Loose sweaters that would hide my changing body for a little while longer.

Brenda noticed the boxes continue reading …