My Husband Forgot to Hang Up, What He Said to My Pregnant Best Friend Ended Everything

ceiling, counting breaths until morning.

The weeks that followed felt like living inside a glass box. Everything was visible. Everything distorted.

I smiled more. Laughed at jokes that tasted like ash. I listened to Monica talk about baby names while she folded tiny clothes I had paid for. I pretended not to notice the way Richard watched her when he continue reading …