“Hey, Hector,” she replied, her voice deep, almost moist, inside my phone. “So sorry to call you, and on a Friday night.” This was another way in which Alanna was old-fashioned: she still used her phone to call people, on occasion.
“No worries. I was just grabbing Morgana and me some takeout. What’s up?”
She paused for quite a while, to the point where I thought the line had dropped. “Alanna?”
“We lost the baby,” she told me.
I’d heard her perfectly well, and yet, in that rabbit punch of shock, acted like I didn’t. “Come again?”
“Hector,” she said, my name so heavy, so distant on her lips. “I just wanted to let you know that, unfortunately, Mitch and I lost the baby last week.”
“Oh, Alanna,” I replied, bringing my hand briefly to my mouth. “Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry to hear that. J
