No, We Can't Be Friends

by Sophie Ranald

‘It’s crazy, right?’ she’d said. ‘I mean, one minute you’re just a couple and then suddenly – wham – you’re going to be a family. I swear pregnancy takes so long to give us a chance to get used to the idea.’

Oh, twenty-six-year-old Sloane, with your optimism and your confidence, what a gal you were.

It’s normal to want to mark a loss in a symbolic way.’

was what he’d made me, and he couldn’t bear it.’