It was not a friendly kiss. It was a deep and practiced one.
It looked tender, familiar, and certain.
That was the moment everything ended.
The announcement, the pregnancy, and the seat number were sealed by the kiss.
Because until then, some ruined corner of me had still been bargaining with reality.
Now there was nothing left to bargain with.
The woman smiled up at him. “You are insane for doing that over the speaker.”
He grinned. “You liked it.”
“I did.”
I walked up behind my husband and tapped his shoulder.
And when he turned, I smiled with a calm I did not feel anywhere in my body.
“Happy anniversary,” I said.
Daniel’s face emptied in an instant.
He looked like every thought had fled at once.
“Mercy? What are you doing here?”
“I came to surprise you on our anniversary. Looks like I am the one who has been surprised,” I said calmly.
