They Left Me Alone At The End Of My Pregnancy And Went On A Luxury Trip

had started in the slow cooker before dinner had finished while I was out. The kitchen smelled like it.

I found a bowl and served myself a portion and sat at the table and ate it warm, in my own kitchen, in the quiet that does not need anyone to fill it.

That was the ending, if there is one.

Not dramatic. Not triumphant. Not the version of the story where continue reading …