quiet for a beat. “Anything else I need to know right now?”
My hand went to my stomach.
“I’m pregnant.”
The silence this time was not decorative.
Then: “Does he know?”
“No.”
“Do you want him to?”
I watched my reflection shudder in the black window. Tired face. Hair coming loose. A woman in a camel coat holding her whole life in a carry-on and a pharmacy bag.continue reading …
