My Husband Took The Only Car Out Of A Wildfire Evacuation Zone With His Mother And His Mistress Inside. I Was Six Months Pregnant, Standing In The Smoke, Begging Him Not To Leave Me

had already begun falling apart.

He spent more nights away. His phone always remained facedown. He smiled at messages he refused to show me. He said I was exhausted, hormonal, overly sensitive.

Eleanor helped reinforce it.

“You take everything so personally, Natalie,” she would tell me while sitting in my kitchen as if it belonged to her. “Pregnancy does continue reading …