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 sat on a couch with her legs elevated.

Bandages.

Loose sweatpants.

No blanket.

I brought nothing except coffee for Naomi and the notebook Clara had asked for.

No flowers.

No giant apology gift.

I sat across from her.