(Rebecca's POV)
I sit with the laptop. The dark screen. The word happy still sitting in my mouth like a candy I haven't chewed.
I am happy.
Jack is thriving. The Wednesdays work. Sean is—
Sean is infrastructure.
That's the word. That's the only word.
I close the laptop.
Upstairs, I stand at the bathroom sink. Brush my teeth. Wash my face.
The drawer is beside the bed. Still closed.
The pregnancy test inside it. Wrapped in tissue paper. Nine weeks now. Nearly ten.
Eric has been gone two weeks. One week left.
One week until I tell him at the gate. In person. To his face where I can see his reaction.
I get into bed. Eric's side is cold.
I don't think about the umbrella.
I don't think about the ease.
I don't think about the thirty seconds in the parking lot or the way Sean's nod
