POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
He knocked at exactly seven.
Yessica opened the door and said nothing. Lewis looked like a man who had spent the afternoon holding a number he wasn't ready to say out loud. She stepped aside. He came in.
She had not tidied beyond the ordinary. The flat looked like what it was. She had decided, somewhere between the phone call and now, that she was not going to soften the evidence for his comfort.
He sat on the sofa. She sat in the chair across from him.
"Tell me," he said.
She told him the structural version.
Rose was ten weeks old. Conceived the last month of their marriage. She'd found out six weeks after filing. She had made the decision at the Royal Infirmary — she was not going to tell Lewis until she knew whether the man who showed up in Edin
