me, kicking and moving, and then he came out into the world and… he was gone.”
“So, what? You want to keep the nursery waiting for his ghost? Like some kind of sick memorial?” He waved one hand in the air. “This is exactly why I can’t stay here anymore.”
He picked up his suitcase and walked toward the door.
At the threshold, he stopped.
“I called a realtor,” he said. “I want to list the house.”
“No!”
“God, Kate! You can’t stay in a place like this alone.”
He
