Six Weeks

Sarah

I sit on the edge of my bed. The clock on my nightstand reads 9:17 AM. Josh will be here in a few minutes.

I smooth my hands over my blouse. I've kept my makeup minimal, just enough to hide the shadows under my eyes from another restless night.

Matthew didn't come to bed. After dinner and my call with Josh, he disappeared into his study.

He can sulk all he wants, but I won't be bothered by it.

I place my hand on my still-flat stomach, feeling the barely-there firmness beneath my palm. "Just us today," I whisper.

The distant sound of tires on gravel pulls me from my thoughts. I stand, gather my bag and phone, and make my way down the stairs.

The foyer is empty, sunlight streaming through the stained glass panels of the front door. I reach for the handle, but a voice stops me.

"You're really going with him."

Matthew stands at the entrance to the living room.