pushed them into the glove compartment.
“What’s that?”
“Work stuff.”
“Since when do you work in the car?”
“Since my wife covered every table in our apartment with baby things.”
I laughed.
Again, I believed him.
Soon, Daniel stopped driving. Carol began taking us to appointments.
He joked that my stomach was so big the twins could steer the car themselves.
Even when he looked pale or needed to rest halfway through ordinary chores, he still found ways to make me laugh.
Then, three weeks before Mia and Owen were
