CHAPTER 51
It was a Friday. I remember because Chris and I had such a good week together I was trying to come up with something special we could do over the weekend. Nothing too huge because I had no energy left after building a baby for eight months on top of dealing with all the stress of our relationship. And nothing too fancy because by the time I reached the last month of my pregnancy, all I could fit into were some denim overalls I’d picked up at the thrift shop.
But I wanted to do something. Chris had changed so much. He would rub my belly, sing to our little baby. At some point during the past week, he’d stopped referring to Gracie as mine and started using the plural possessive. I couldn’t even pretend to imagine what my husband had gone through. Watching your wife suffer throug
