He Wanted to Erase Our Marriage at Dinner

without making it public and jinxing it and turning it into family theater, was that I was eight weeks pregnant.

Eight weeks and three days.

I had the bloodwork in my bag from that morning. Rising hCG. Good progesterone. One early scan from five days before with a tiny flicker on the screen that made me grip the exam table paper so hard it tore.

I hadn’t continue reading …