The ringing persisted. I paced, holding out hope that the ringing would cease and I would hear Luc’s voice on the other end of the phone. Instead, the ringing stopped only to tell me to leave a voicemail.
I cursed in Russian as I hung up the phone. I had only called him ten times for him to not pick up his damn phone. He promised that he would meet me here. I had written him a note this morning before he left for work and even set up a calendar reminder weeks ago.
All of my efforts to ensure that he was here were in vain. I stood outside of the hospital alone ten minutes before the start of my ultrasound appointment. If Luc wouldn’t answer me, then he left me no choice but to go to the appointment without him.
Though Luc had been diligent in coming to every ultrasound appointment up to
