My Wife Was Seven Months Pregnant When She Stopped Leaving Bed—Then I Lifted the Blue Blanket and Realized My Mother Already Knew What Was Underneath
Clara wanted one.
Enough reason.
We did not turn the old apartment into a battlefield she had to conquer to prove recovery.
Moving was not defeat.
Our new place was quieter.
Third floor.
More sunlight.
No L train shaking the windows.