Blocked on Our Wedding Anniversary

Summary

On our eighth anniversary, clutching the laboratory report that confirmed my pregnancy, I sent Marcus a text.

"Can you come pick me up from the clinic? We're finally having a baby."

A red exclamation mark flared on the screen.

"Message failed to send. You are no longer on this user's contact list."

I stared at those cold system words for a very long time.

This was hardly the first time. Whenever he lost a drinking game or some juvenile dare with his younger colleagues, it was always the same drill—delete my contact, block my number, change the front door keycode.