After everything that had happened, he was still making decisions about my belongings, my money, and my plans without asking me.
“Nick, whose photographs are they?”
“Anna, we’re having a baby together.”
“Whose appointment did you try to change?”
He went silent.
And I realized he still hadn’t fully understood the problem.
Nick came over Thursday evening because I’d agreed to speak with him.
He stood awkwardly inside the doorway.
We sat at the kitchen table.
He began explaining why he’d contacted Marcia.
He thought the photographs might remind me
