For eight months, I thought we were becoming closer than ever.
Then I heard six words that made every promise sound different.
***
At my eighth-month appointment, everything looked healthy.
Afterward, I realized I’d forgotten my phone in the examination room.
I thought we were becoming closer.
“I’ll catch up,” I told them.
Walking back down the hallway, I heard Ethan speaking around the corner.
“Once the baby is born, we’ll do it.”
Claire answered immediately. “She’ll never find out.”
I froze, my hand moving to my stomach.
What couldn’t I find out?
I heard Ethan speaking around the corner.
I wanted to confront them, but would they tell me the truth?
Instead, I retrieved my phone and pretended nothing had happened.
***
That afternoon, I visited Ethan’s mother, Diane.
“Nat! Come in, sweetheart. Tea?”
“Please.”
She’ll never find out.
“How’s the baby?”
“Apparently practicing karate on my ribs.”
Diane laughed. “And Ethan and Claire? Taking good care of you?”