Chapter 59 The Variable Of My Existence

• It’s been a week since the four plastic sticks confirmed that I’m pregnant, a week since my world changed. A week since Marcel and I stood on the edge of this new life, the reality of our future pressing down on us, challenging us.
• And in that week, I’ve hardly seen him at all.
• He’s been around, fitting in and out of the house at odd hours, always with his phone pressed to his ear or his head buried in paperwork. But he hasn’t been present, not in the way I need him to be. Not in the way I crave with every fiber of my being.