Catherine was twenty minutes and I don’t remember most of it.

My mind was going in circles I couldn’t break.

How had she hidden an entire pregnancy from me?

We lived in the same city.

We knew the same people.

How does a woman go through the whole of it — the appointments, the growing, the frightening complications at the end — without a single rumor finding its way to me?

It wasn’t like Rosalie to be cruel.

It wasn’t like her to hide.