And for the first time in months, I left a room without trying to win the person inside it.

PART 17

The ultrasound image arrived in an ordinary envelope, delivered to Celeste’s office on a Thursday afternoon.

Hannah had written a note on the back: The appointment went well.

The baby’s measurements are appropriate for this stage.

We’re expecting a girl.

A girl.

I sat alone and looked at the profile on the gray printout.