I had gone to the clinic alone the previous afternoon.

I had planned to tell Lucas after we discussed the divorce agreement.

That sounds ridiculous now.

Why tell a man about a baby after agreeing to end the marriage?

Because until that morning, some foolish part of me believed a child might force us to have one honest conversation.

Not save the marriage.

I wasn’t that naive.

But perhaps make Lucas sit still long enough to remember that I had once mattered to him.

His phone vibrated.

The screen lit.

Alyssa.

My stomach tightened.

Alyssa Bennett.

His high-school girlfriend.