CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 2
I met Claire eleven years before the test, in a grocery store during a power outage.
The whole place had gone dark except for the emergency lights, and she was standing in the frozen food aisle holding a pint of ice cream like it had personally betrayed her.
“Do you think this still counts as dinner if the freezer dies?” she asked.
I said, “Only if you eat it before it melts.”
She smiled.
That was the beginning.
Claire had that kind of beauty that made people soften around her. Not loud. Not flashy. Just warm enough to make you want to be better than you were.
For years, I believed she was the safest person I knew.
When we married, I thought love meant finding someone who would never make you question your own memory.
Then came the miscarriage.
Then another.
Then months of doctors, quiet drives home, and Claire crying in the shower because she thought I could not hear her.
I wanted children.
But I wanted Claire more.
I told her that over and over.
“If it’s just us, it’s still a family.”
She would nod.
She would smile.
But something inside her had started folding inward.
Her mother, Marianne, made it worse.
At Sunday dinners, Marianne would touch Claire’s shoulder and say things like, “Some men say they’re patient until they aren’t.”
Or, “Daniel comes from a big family. He won’t wait forever.”
I told Claire not to listen.
She listened anyway.
Then, one spring, she got pregnant.
I remember the way she told me.
A tiny blue box on the kitchen counter.
A baby onesie inside.
My knees actually went weak.
I lifted her off the floor, laughing into her neck while she cried against my shoulder.
For nine months, I became the kind of man who read baby books at red lights.
I painted the nursery twice because the first shade of green felt too cold.
I talked to her stomach every night.
When Oliver was born, he came out furious and red-faced, screaming like the world had inconvenienced him.
The nurse placed him in my arms.
He stopped crying.
Everyone laughed.
Claire watched us from the hospital bed, pale and exhausted.
I thought she was overwhelmed.
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Now I know she was terrified.
Because I was falling in love with a child she knew might one day be taken from me by the truth.
