And then her eyes moved to her husband, standing in the doorway of their home, shaking.

And my brother confessed.

All of it.

He stood in the middle of his own living room and he told his wife the truth he had been hiding for the better part of a year.

He told her he had lost his job around the start of the pregnancy.

He told her about getting dressed every morning and leaving for an office that was not there.

He told her about the coffee shops, and the applications, and the interviews that led nowhere.