If someone had told me a year ago that I\u2019d be sitting in the back of a cab, clutching my last emergency $120, watching my husband walk into a building I\u2019d never seen before\u2026 I would\u2019ve laughed. Not because it was funny\u2014because it would\u2019ve sounded impossible. Like one of those \u201cit could never happen to me\u201d stories you read and shake your head at, safe in the belief that your marriage is normal enough to never crack in that particular way.<\/p>\n
And yet, there I was.<\/p>\n
I remember how the vinyl seat stuck to the back of my thighs through my jeans. I remember the baby\u2019s warm weight against my chest, the way her breath puffed softly into my collar like she didn\u2019t know the world had shifted under me. I remember my own nausea\u2014pure, physical, like my body already knew what my mind was still refusing to accept.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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