The Day You Chose Her

Summary

I was nine months pregnant when I cleared the memory on the dashcam.

That’s when I found it: a saved location, a strange apartment complex in the West End, woven into the fabric of my husband’s daily commute home. The footage showed him getting out of the car with bags of groceries, his back disappearing into the building with an ease that spoke of routine. Once, I even heard a woman’s voice, a soft, melodic complaint drifting through the open car window.

“What took you so long? You’re ten minutes late. I’m starving.”