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His arms tightened around me. “I don’t mean it like that.”

I cried until my head and body hurt. I cried until there were no pretty thoughts with Caleb left. No God is a God of miracles. No wedding. No dream house. No future children. Just grief.

Almost an hour later, my tears stopped.

I pulled away. “I need to pee.”

Caleb nodded. “Need help?”

“No.”

I walked to the bathroom slowly, closed the door, and stared at myself. I looked tired and old in spirit.

I rested both hands on the sink. “Who the fuck are you?”

The woman in the mirror didn’t answer. I had asked myself that question before.

I stood there until my legs started aching. Then I went back to the bedroom.

Caleb was asleep. Exhausted from a day that had happened inside my body.

His phone lit up and I grabbed it to look.

Ravenna: What time are you coming home?

Everything went black around the edges. Home. Home. HOME.

I picked up the phone and read it again. I looked at Caleb sleeping peacefully and something inside me snapped.

I hit him in the face as hard as I could. “What the fuck—”

I hit his chest. “Blair!”

I was trying to make the pain go somewhere besides inside me.

“I JUST ABORTED YOUR BABY!”

“Blair, stop!”

He caught my wrists.

“YOUR FUCKING WIFE IS ASKING WHEN YOU’RE COMING HOME!”

His eyes widened. “What?”

I jerked one hand free and shoved the phone toward his face.

“HOME, CALEB?”

“Listen—”

“HOME?!”

“It’s not—”

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HOME?”

He scrambled out of the bed.