passed. You should come. It might be good for everyone to see that we’ve all moved forward.”
I read the final sentence twice.
Moved forward.
Conrad had always known how to make a challenge sound polite.
Eight years earlier, I had been twenty-nine, terrified, newly pregnant, and desperately trying to save a marriage already falling apart.
When I told Conrad I was expecting, I thought the news might bring us closer.
Instead, he stared at me as though I had handed him a problem he wanted no part of.
“The
