No Return at the End of the Starlight

Summary

The day I got the positive pregnancy test, I did something I hadn’t done in years. I went to Frank’s office.

Through the glass wall of the conference room, I couldn’t resist calling his phone.

But then I saw her—the woman sitting next to him, his secretary—pick up his phone and decline the call without a second thought.

Then, with practiced ease, she unlocked the screen and started typing.

A moment later, a message from “Frank” buzzed on my phone.

“In a meeting. Don’t call unless it’s an emergency.”

I stared at the words for a long time.