He Wanted to Erase Our Marriage at Dinner

told Ethan yet.

I’d planned to.

I had it all arranged in my head in the small, foolish way happy people arrange things. A dinner on Friday. Not this dinner. Just us. The blue box from La Maison du Chocolat because he liked those stupid orange peels dipped in dark chocolate. The ultrasound photo in the lid. Maybe a card. Maybe no card. I hadn’t decided.continue reading …