Chapter 5

I did not answer Grant's calls.

On the baby monitor, he stood in the center of the empty nursery with the divorce papers in one hand and my wedding ring in the other.

He waited for a long time, as though he believed the word come home would end the argument the way it always had.

He called again and again.

His first text read, "Where are you? I'll come get you."

The second became, "Hannah, don't use our baby to punish me."

I finally answered his eleventh call.

"So you've finally decided to pick up." Grant was breathing hard.…