He Wanted to Erase Our Marriage at Dinner

was the scan photo, gray and grainy and miraculous and weirdly bossy for something the size of a bean.

I set it on the bedside table.

Then I turned off the lamp and lay awake in the dark, one hand over my stomach, while my phone lit up again and again on the dresser across the room.

I didn’t touch it.

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