His wedding band had caught the light while he was mopping up the blood on the insides of my thighs, drawing my eye. It made me think of Cora, how he’d told Cora he was going to leave me if the IVF didn’t work, how he’d left Adeline because she hadn’t agreed to bear his children. We were just wombs to him, just things. He didn’t love us. He didn’t even see us as people.
