He sighed loudly.
“Please don’t start putting pressure on me.”
“Pressure? I’m telling you that we are going to have a baby!”
“Amara, I have things to settle. I cannot deal with this right now.”
I began to cry.
“Then tell me what you want me to do. Tell me how we are going to handle this together.”
“I don’t know.”
“Daniel, please—”
He ended the call.
I stared at my phone, waiting for it to ring again.
It didn’t.
I called him back six times. He answered none of them.
That night, I slept with the tiny baby socks beside my pillow.
I cried until I fell asleep, telling myself that Daniel was probably frightened. Perhaps he needed time to process the news. Perhaps he would wake up the next morning, realize what he had said, and apologize.
I defended him even when he gave me no reason to defend him.
