(Rebecca's POV)
The laptop screen glows in the dark.
I'm sitting cross-legged on the bed, the computer balanced on my knees. The alarm clock reads 11:47 p.m. Eric's face fills the screen — tired, deal-worn, lit by the hotel lamp behind him.
He smiles when he sees me.
The smile that starts in his eyes first. The one I fell in love with.
I decide: now.
All of it. Tonight. Not at the airport. Not tomorrow. Now.
Connie's voice is in my head. Boring. Over-disclosed. Weekly.
I've been carrying the words for three weeks. The pregnancy. The umbrella. The garden. The way Sean's voice went quiet when Joanna opened her mouth. The ease at the curbs that I can't stop noticing and can't stop cataloguing and can't make myself say out loud.
Tonight. All of it.
"Hey," Eric says. His voice is roug
