Ezra found me on a weekday afternoon.
The bakery was quiet, hardly any customers around.
I was wiping the glass behind the counter when the door chime jingled softly. I didn't bother looking up.
"Welcome. What can I get for you?"
No reply came.
I lifted my head.
He stood in the doorway.
He'd grown much thinner than three months ago. He had dark circles under his eyes, and he hadn't shaved in days.
We stared at each other for about three seconds.
I set down my rag and walked around the counter.
"Come in. Sit down."
He took a seat in the corner. I poured a glass of water and placed it in front of him, then sat down across from him.
Neither of us spoke first.
Eventually, he broke the silence.
"Nina."
"Mm."
"You were pregnant with our baby."
"Mm."
"Nine weeks."
"Mm."
"And w
