My Husband Told Me To Take The Bus After Birth, Then His Whole Empire Vanished Before Dessert

away.

Ethan made a happy little sound.

I laughed.

Then I pushed the stroller forward, past the stop, past the memory, past the version of myself who would have waited for someone else to come back and choose her.

This time, we did not take the bus.

We walked.

And every step was ours.

THE END