“No,” he said. “It isn’t.”
He did not ask me to make his effort easier.
When the door closed behind him, I stood by the kitchen table, watching the late light move across the lake.
The past had left me a question I could not answer, and the present demanded an answer I did not yet
want to give.
Daniel remained a while, reviewing the notes he had made.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“That’s honest.”
“I keep thinking that every new piece of information changes something, but not enough to tell me what
I should do.”
“You don’t have to make every decision at once.”
“I know.”
He gathered his papers.
“The company review is separate from your marriage. Whatever happens there, you are allowed to make the choice that feels safest for you and the baby.”
I looked down at my stomach.
