any of those days.
While I had been decorating the nursery and complaining about swollen ankles, he had been preparing pieces of himself for a future he knew he might never share.
PART 3
Finally, I opened the envelope addressed to me.
Daniel apologized for keeping his illness secret.
He admitted that he had made a decision about our pregnancy and our marriage that should have belonged to both of us.
He wrote that I might hate him for it.
For several minutes, I did.
Then I reached the part
