And then he stepped round so that everybody could see the buggy, and delivered the line he had clearly been carrying about for a year.
“Leaving you was the best decision I ever made.”
Yvie said his name.
He carried on.
“A woman who can’t have children shouldn’t be surprised when a man finds one who can give him a proper family.”
A nurse stopped typing. A father put his cup down.
Six years of appointments went through me in about a second. Six years of thinking it was mine to carry and that grief had changed a man I loved.
And standing in that corridor I understood that nothing had changed him. It had been there the whole time, waiting for a reason to be said out loud in public.
