Finally Whole

DARIO

The flight felt both endless and too short. I spent every second of it pacing the aisle, clenching and unclenching my fists, rehearsing what I would say, and then scrapping it all over again.

What could I possibly say to her?

How do you tell the woman you love that you know the truth now, that you know she carried your child, that you know why she left and still demand to know why she didn’t