MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS TIRED OF “SUPPORTING” ME… SO I LABELED EVERYTHING I PAID FOR

socks.

A folded ultrasound photo.

A greeting card David had bought after our first positive test.

A stuffed elephant no bigger than my hand.

And two hospital bracelets.

I found myself staring at it on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

The apartment was quiet.

The world outside felt distant.

Without thinking, I climbed onto a chair and brought the box down.

My hands continue reading …