ANDRIYIt happens almost by accident, the way most of the important things about her have.The nursery folder has become something of a ritual between us these past few evenings, an easy, ordinary task that lets us sit close together without the weight of bigger, unanswered questions pressing down on the room. She still hasn't given me an answer about moving in. I've stopped asking, mostly, trusting that the answer will come when it's ready to.We're at her kitchen table, going through the folder of nursery furniture options I brought over, when my phone rings, an unfamiliar number I almost let go to voicemail. I answer out of habit, half listening, and freeze when the woman on the other end introduces herself as a caseworker from a family services office, asking to confirm a callback number listed on an old form."I think you have the wrong person," I say carefully, glancing at Brabra, who has gone very still across the table, her eyes fixed on nothing."My apologies," the woman says
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