Ryan took long phone calls in the garage, sometimes 40 minutes long, sometimes an hour. When I asked who he’d been talking to, he waved a dismissive hand.
« Just work stuff, babe. You don’t want to hear about it. »
The baby names came up one Sunday while I was folding onesies on the couch.
« So, Noah and Caleb, » I said. « You still love both, right? »
Still, there were things I noticed.
« Caleb’s great, » my husband answered, his eyes on his phone.
« And Noah? »
He looked up, then back down. « Yeah. Sure. Whatever you want. »
I told myself he was tired, that finance guys got weird around big life changes, and a lot of other things back then.
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