I came home with our baby’s ultrasound in my hand—and found my husband hurriedly pulling on his pants while my best friend hid behind my maternity coats.

record on the table.

Claire had once held my hand while I set up that code for her. She’d promised I’d never have to be scared and alone during my pregnancy, because she’d always come whenever I needed her.

Now that same code sat printed in black between us.

Six entries.

Six prenatal appointments.

Six days Damon had claimed he was too busy to come with continue reading …