« I do, » I said. « I’m twenty-four weeks pregnant with triplets. There is no trip. »
He stood there staring at the brochure still tucked into the side pocket of his briefcase.
« I already cleared the time off, » he said finally.
I looked at him. « Daniel. »
« I’m just saying I need a minute. »
Instead, an hour later, I heard the bedroom closet door slam and the sound of zippers.
He came halfway into the hall with a suitcase in one hand.
I pushed myself upright on the couch. « What are you doing? »
He came halfway into the hall with a suitcase in one hand.
« Packing. »
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