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I pulled away from him just as everything I had eaten decided to make a reappearance. All over his shoes. God. I had the faintest recollection that he was wearing a pair of sneakers instead of dress shoes. He was also wearing jeans and a zip-up hoodie. It was like he had transformed into the non-serious man of my dreams. And he didn’t even flinch when I vomited all over his shoes. He just rubbed his hand on my back. “It’s okay, Penny. I’m here. I’m here now and everything’s going to be okay.” I believed him. Or at least, I wanted to believe him. But my stomach didn’t. I hunched over and threw up again until my stomach was as empty as my heart. He wouldn’t be looking at me the same way once I told him I couldn’t have children. Those words would erase everything we ever had. It was an eas
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