At that moment, deep within her, the baby moved, an elbow or a knee just below her left ribs, and Caroline was transported. There existed nothing so momentous as this feeling of intimacy and distance, the strangeness of it and the atavistic understanding. The TA had no idea. Caroline felt a surge of pity for him. Pity and impatience. Caroline picked up her notebook and pen and returned them to her bag. She stood and moved toward the door. “Um, Ms. Duffy,” the TA called. “You just got here.” Someone in the class snickered. “I’m leaving,” Caroline said, and she did. Caroline went directly to the
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