I was packing for our anniversary trip. We had saved for this journey all year. I worked late into the evenings, he gave up his weekend golf outings, and we both sacrificed little pleasures so we could afford it.
Those five days were supposed to be just about us. Not about his mother’s phone calls. Not about last-minute emergencies. Just the two of us.
Hidden beneath my clothes, I had placed a small box. Inside was a tiny baby onesie with the words:Discover Baby Essentials
“One day, our little travel companion will join us.”
I wasn’t pregnant. But during that trip, I wanted to ask David if he thought we were ready to start a family.
Then he walked into the room.
— Donna, we need to talk.
I immediately felt that something was wrong.
— What happened?
He didn’t sit down. He didn’t come closer. He simply stayed by the door.
