Then my son kicked.
It was sharp, sudden, and grounding. A reminder from inside me that I was no longer fighting for myself alone. The fear that had kept me quiet for months began to disappear, not dramatically, but cleanly, like a curtain being pulled back.
I reached into my purse with wet fingers and pulled out my phone.
Brendan’s smile widened. “Calling someone to pick you up, Cassidy?”
I didn’t answer him.
The screen flickered, damp but still alive. My hands were cold, but my voice was steady when I found Arthur’s number and pressed call. Then I placed the phone on speaker in the center of their dining table
