Six Years of Silent Hearing Aids

Summary

At three in the morning, my husband texted me.

[Where are you?]

I was sitting in the observation room of the abortion clinic, utterly exhausted from the pain. I typed back:

[I’ll tell you when I get home.]

When I finally walked through the door, he was sitting at his computer, editing a vlog from a recent party.

"I aborted the baby," I said.

"I’m being transferred overseas the day after tomorrow. Take tomorrow off, and let’s go to the courthouse to finalize the divorce."

He didn’t look up from the screen, just muttering his usual absent-minded "uh-huh."