No goodbye.
Nothing.
That was the part I had never been able to understand.
There had been no warning.
Julian and I had been together for nearly two years.
We had talked about moving in together.
Marriage had come up more than once.
He knew how I took my coffee, which movies made me cry, and exactly how to make me laugh when I was angry.
When I showed him the positive pregnancy test, he stared at it in Ali silence.
Then he looked at me.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know.”
He reached for both my hands.
“Then we’ll figure it out.”
I started crying.
“You’re not scared?”
