Ruth Brandt — The Suitcase on the Porch
Only when Eva started driving did I reach into my purse and feel the folded test result.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” I said.
Eva glanced over. “About Callum?”
“About a baby.”
She stopped at the next red light and stared at me.
Then she reached for my hand without asking a single question.
It was exactly the response I had hoped for from my husband.
PART 3: The First Night Away