Arthur jabbed a thick finger toward the hall.

“The garage has a space heater.

You’re five months along, not an invalid.”

Julian lifted his coffee mug and took a slow sip.

“I can carry your cardboard moving box out there if it’s too heavy for you.”

“I’ll manage my own box,” I said.

I turned the silver wedding band on my left ring finger three full times.

The metal felt cold on my knuckle.