I Opened The Security Log Before They Could Get Their Story Straight

she hid from me like a rat.

I reached up and yanked every hanger down.

Not neat.

Not graceful.

Wood and plastic clattering against the floorboards, dresses sliding, sweaters half-inside-out, one maternity bra snagging on the closet knob before dropping.

Then I sat down in the middle of it and finally looked at the ultrasound photo again.

There she was.

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