You said it in the car on the way to the last checkup.

You said it when Wendy asked whether the due date would ‘interfere with something important.’ I told myself a man could love his mother and still arrive for his son.

You proved that I was bargaining with a sentence you never meant.”

Luca’s eyes shone.

He had always cried easily when he was the one being refused.

“I panicked,” he said.

“She would have made the whole dinner about how I abandoned her.

You don’t know what she’s like when she feels left out.”

“I know exactly what she’s like,” I said.

“She spoke into your phone while I was in pain and you chose her voice over mine.