« Five thirty, » he said. « Be ready. We’re going running. »
« Ryan, the doctor literally said »
« The doctor doesn’t have to look at you across the dinner table. »
He climbed under the covers and turned his back to me.
« Be ready. We’re going running. »
Just like that.
As if he had not driven a knife clean through the center of my chest.
At five thirty, the alarm blared.
Ryan handed me the baby for a quick feeding, then took him back the second he was full.
« Get dressed. Five minutes, » he said. « I’ll wake Lily to babysit. »
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