I wake up with fingers tracing down and up my spine. I lazily open my eyes and see Theo looking down at me, with his head propped up by his right arm. I am still snuggling against him. He feels warm and cozy. I gaze up at his eyes, not knowing what to say, or how to make sense of all of these.

“Maybe, I should always bring you with me every time I travel. We have the most peaceful moments when we travel.”

My brows knit and I look away. I remember. I am angry at him for not choosing our child. I remove his arms from me and...