My throat tightened.
“I start maternity leave soon. That money was supposed to help us survive.”
He finally looked at me, but there was no concern in his face.
“You still have your paycheck.”
“For now.”
He shrugged.
“Then you’ll figure something out.”
I could barely recognize the man standing in front of me.
I reminded him that our daughter would be here soon.
That was when he said the sentence I would remember for a very long time.
“You’re the one who wanted this baby so badly.”
As though she had nothing to do with him.
As though the little girl moving beneath my ribs belonged entirely to me because motherhood had somehow been my private decision.
He had already met someone else.
According to Eric, he had been unhappy for a long time. The pregnancy had made him feel “trapped.” He deserved, he said,Ali a chance to start over and finally be happy.
