I waited for that man to surface, but he never did.
Instead, I met a side of Ryan I’d never seen before.
« Come on, you look like you’re still pregnant. »
Ryan came into the bedroom that night with two pairs of sneakers in his hand.
He set mine on the floor beside the bed like a verdict.
« 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.
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