"Where are you going? You should rest in our bed, I'll sleep on the couch, I just—"

I turned at the door.

"You can't fix it because you don't even know what's broken. You think it's about the baby we lost. It's about the baby you have coming with her. You don't get to be sad with me and then go be happy with her. You don't get both."

His face fell apart.

"That's not what I'm doing!"

"It is!" My voice got loud. It hurt my throat. "You want to 'try again' with me like we're getting a new pet after the old one died! That baby wasn't a...