A Name in Ruins

The prenatal appointment was tomorrow morning.

Judd said it to himself quietly as he drove, the specific repetition of someone who needed to hold onto a thing before they could rest. Not reconciliation. Not Hazel coming home. Just: tomorrow morning, eight-thirty, the clinic on Apex Street, and he was going to be there. That was enough for now. That was, in fact, more than he had earned the right t