“I think this has happened before. When we were teenagers,” I whisper. “That dream I always have, where you’re in the convenience store and I realize I’m going to lose you? I think we were running somewhere because I was pregnant. And I feel like we got pregnant right away then too.” He’s silent, and when I look up at him, his smile has disappeared. “Why does that worry you?” I swallow down the lump in my throat. “Because if it happened before, how come I don’t remember a baby?”
