“Start by telling the truth.”

He sat down and pushed a sealed envelope across the table.

Inside were credit-card notices, a statement from our bank, and a letter informing him that his position at an architecture firm had been eliminated four months earlier.

I read the termination date twice.

It was the day after an ultrasound appointment, one where he’d spent the entire morning telling Hannah not to worry because the baby had a strong heartbeat.

“Four months?” I asked.