On the morning her husband would decide to divorce her, Evelyn woke believing it would be the happiest day of their marriage.Evelyn woke before the sun and lay perfectly still, listening to Adrian breathe beside her, counting the seconds like she used to count stars as a little girl in the orphanage dormitory, back when she had nothing to wish on but ceiling cracks.Three years married today.She slid out from under the blanket without waking him, tiptoed across the cold floor, and pressed her hand flat against her stomach the second she reached the hallway.Six weeks. The doctor had said six weeks, and she still hadn't told a soul.In the kitchen, the old fridge hummed its usual complaint, a low rattling groan that Adrian always promised to fix and never had time for. Evelyn tied her hair up, pulled her apron over her nightgown, and reached into the pocket where the little plastic stick from the drugstore test sat wrapped in tissue paper, right next to the receipt for baby shoes she
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