My husband gave away every maternity dress I owned while I was at work. When I asked what I was supposed to wear, he kept spreading mustard on his sandwich.

me.

I hadn’t included it in Tara’s bag.

And nobody had asked why.

I kissed Nora’s forehead and gently placed her in the bassinet.

Then I picked up the green dress.

I smoothed the fabric.

Straightened the belt.

And carefully returned it to its hanger.

I still loved that dress.

I might never wear it again.

But that didn’t mean someone else was entitled to take it.

Downstairs, Nick called out.

“Anna, would you like some tea?”

I smiled.

“Yes, please. I’ll be down in a minute.”

I closed the