He Asked for a Divorce at Dinner

been waiting for those words.

Without speaking, I unlocked my phone and placed it on the table.

The order history filled the screen.

Prenatal vitamins.

Maternity clothes.

Pregnancy books.

“I’m eight weeks pregnant.”

Nobody moved.

Thomas stared at the display.

His mother blinked several times.

Brenda recovered first.

“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “Women always bring continue reading …