He Wanted to Erase Our Marriage at Dinner

my college friend Robin lived there in a rowhouse with two rescue dogs and a guest room full of folded quilts.

I texted her: Need a place tonight. Bad. Pregnant. Will explain on train.

Three dots appeared instantly.

Come. Door code’s the same. I’m awake.

I sat on a hard plastic seat near Track 8 and finally looked at my phone.

Seventeen missed calls from continue reading …