part 2 The man who spent eleven years blaming me for our childlessness threw me out of our home9-008v

The secret pressed against my tongue.

This morning I learned I was pregnant.

The words wanted to come out. Maybe because Gabriel’s eyes looked kind. Maybe because I had nobody else. Maybe because, in some impossible way, this man might be my father.

But father was not a title I could hand to him yet.

Not after one photograph.

Not after one conversation.continue reading …