He gave a helpless shrug.
“You always figure things out.”
“Please don’t go,” I said.
“I need this trip, Helen.”
Then he walked out.
My water broke just after midnight, and by dawn I was in surgery.
I left him a voicemail from the hospital.
I lay in recovery with my phone in my hand and called Daniel again.
No answer.
I left him a voicemail from the hospital.
“My water broke,” I said. “They came early. Please call me back.”
He did not.
Later, when I was finally wheeled into the NICU, I took a photo of the three incubators and sent it to him.
I stared at the word until Nurse Sarah took the phone gently out of my hand and set it facedown on the blanket.
He answered that message.
Cute.
That was all he wrote.
I stared at the word until Nurse Sarah took the phone gently out of my hand and set it facedown on the blanket.
