Marcus stopped.

The woman’s hand remained on his arm long enough for me to see that she had not expected him to pull away.

She looked from me to the stroller and back again.

“You didn’t tell me she’d bring all three,” she said, with that brief, uncomfortable laugh.

He answered me instead.

“I found real love.

You’ll have to manage alone with the babies now.”

I had rehearsed many possible openings during the drive.