Chapter Eight
You missed your appointment today.
Billy Jo took in the text from her midwife as she strode into the bedroom, where Mark was packing a duffle bag on the bed. There had been way too much going on. She silenced her phone and set it on the nightstand. It was dark outside, and she could hear Gail loading the dishwasher after dinner, chicken and a side salad. She was already feeling a distance with Mark, which bothered her more than anything.
“Everything okay?” He gestured to her phone.
She shrugged. “Fine, just an appointment I missed today, with everything going on.”
Mark reached for two sweatshirts in the closet and tucked them into the duffle bag. “Anything important?” He let his gaze linger, and she wondered and worried about the weight he carried.
She shrugged. “Nothin
