(Rebecca's POV)
I walk down the hall. Past Jack's room, past the nursery door we still haven't fully committed to out loud, to the guest room at the end of the hall that's never once been used for an actual guest.
I close the door.
It's the first door either of us has ever closed between us in this marriage. The sound of the latch catching sits in the hallway for a long moment after I've already turned away from it, and I stand there in the dark guest room with my back against the wood, breathing, waiting for something in my chest to settle that doesn't settle.
On the other side of that same wall, four inches of drywall and insulation and an entire continent's worth of exhaustion between us, I know Eric is doing exactly the same thing.
Lying awake. Staring at a ceiling. Wondering how
