Twenty-six years ago
In the small, stale motel room, my knees gave out as my midsection contracted.
“Ever."
The word echoed off the smoke-stained walls.
I collapsed into the cracked vinyl chair. “Daniel, I don't know if I want to know your reasoning. I can't go anywhere else. I can't stay away from Chicago. I'm taking a leave of absence from the circuit court for Araneae's birth, but I can't walk away from our life." Before he could speak, I went on, “My doctor is there, too. With my age and history, this is a high-risk delivery." Tears pooled on my lids. “I can't."
Sitting on the edge of the bed facing me, Daniel let out a long sigh.
Although the scene was blurry through my tears and my emotions were all over the place, I tried to think like Daniel's wife. The man sitting near m
