Tobias’s ultimatum rang through my mind. It made it hard to see straight because the worst part was . . . He was right. I was clinging to a foolish hope that my life wouldn’t have to change. But nothing about my life was normal. I couldn’t drag a baby around with me from city to city. I couldn’t keep my job and be a mother. He was right. I knew he was right. I’d known it for a week. Yet last night, even after all those words, he hadn’t asked me to stay. He wanted the baby. Just not me.
