I nodded like she was giving me directions to a pharmacy.
Henry was less than three hours old.
“It’s not your fault, Mom,” she said. “Pregnancy is unpredictable. What matters is that this isn’t life-threatening. With support, your son can still have a full life.”
She squeezed my hand. “I’m just a call away.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Then Warren reached for his keys.
At first, I assumed my husband just needed some air. He was like that, usually needing a walk to digest important information.
“Babe,” I said. “Can you hand me that glass of water?”
“Pregnancy is unpredictable.”
He didn’t move.
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