I typed my answer.
A moment later, Khloe replied.
*I thought you’d choose that. Thanks.*
I stared at the message.
No demand.
No accusation.
Just thanks.
It was such a small interaction that another person might not have noticed anything unusual about it.
But I did.
I opened the drawer beside the sofa.
Inside was the little yellow blanket I’d bought when Khloe first told me she was pregnant.
I’d almost forgotten it was there.
I took it out.
Soft cotton.
Tiny stitched stars.
I held it for a moment.
Then I folded it carefully and placed it beside the wedding photographs.
Daniel watched me.
“Planning to give her that?”
I nodded.
“When the baby’s born.”
He smiled.
“Good choice.”
I looked toward our wedding photograph again.
There we were.
Laughing in the middle of the dance floor.
The smoke was gone.
The lights were warm.
My husband’s hand rested against my back.
I picked up the frame and moved it slightly to the left, where the afternoon sunlight wouldn’t shine directly onto the glass.
