Chapter 2 - The Woman Who Stopped WaitingMy friend Claire opened the bookstore door at midnight.
She stared at me.
Then at my suitcase.
Then at my face.
"Oh my God."
I stepped inside.
"Hi."
She hugged me immediately.
"What happened?"
I laughed softly.
"Everything."
She looked at my stomach.
Her eyes widened.
"Are you—?"
I nodded.
"I'm seventeen weeks."
Claire covered her mouth.
"You didn't tell me."
"I didn't tell anyone."
"Does Daniel know?"
"Now."
She understood immediately.
"What happened?"
I looked around the tiny apartment above the bookstore.
Bookshelves.
Old wooden floors.
A small kitchen.
A window overlooking the harbor.
It was nothing like our Manhattan penthouse.
And yet I could breathe.
"I saw him dancing with Vanessa."
Claire's face hardened.
"The woman from his office?"
"Yes."
"Again?"
"Apparently."
I sat down.
Then I pulled the ultrasound from my bag.
"He didn't know."
Claire stared at the photograph.
"Why didn't you tell him?"
"I tried."
"What happened?"
"He left for London."
She sighed.
"Of course."
I touched the photograph.
"I was going to tell him tonight."
"Instead?"
"I gave his mother my ring."
Claire looked shocked.
"You actually took it off."
"I did."
"Are you sure?"
I looked at her.
"For the first time."
Back in Manhattan, Daniel returned home at 2:00 a.m.
The apartment was dark.
He turned on the lights.
Nothing.
My coat was gone.
My shoes were gone.
The small suitcase I kept beneath the bed was missing.
He ran into the bedroom.
The closet looked strangely empty.
Not completely.
Just enough.
I had taken what mattered.
My documents.
My jewelry.
My clothes.
The photograph of my mother.
And the ultrasound.
Daniel opened the bathroom cabinet.
My things were gone.
He sat on the edge of the bed.
Then he saw a note.
Three words.
Don't follow me.
His heart sank.
He called my phone.
Nothing.
He called Claire.
She didn't answer.
He called my sister.
She didn't answer.
Then his mother called.
"Daniel."
"Mom, where is she?"
"I don't know."
"She gave you the ring."
"Yes."
"She told you something."
Margaret sighed.
"She told me she wanted peace."
"She's pregnant."
"I know."
"How long did you know?"
"I found out tonight."
Daniel closed his eyes.
"Mom..."
His voice broke.
"I didn't know."
"I know."
"I would've..."
Margaret interrupted.
"Would you have?"
Silence.
Daniel had no answer.
His mother continued.
"You've been telling yourself for years that Amy would always be waiting."
"I love her."
"Then why was she alone?"
Daniel sat motionless.
"Why did she have to discover your affair while carrying your child?"
"I never said Vanessa was an affair."
"Then what was she?"
Daniel looked away.
He couldn't answer.
His mother whispered,
"You didn't lose Amy tonight."
"You lost her slowly."
The call ended.
Daniel stared at the empty room.
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For the first time, he understood that abandonment wasn't always walking out the door.
Sometimes it was choosing everything else first.
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