In-Love with More than One
I nod, even though I know he can’t see me.
“Okay,” I say, holding back tears as I hang up. The first tear escapes without warning.
Lyla cries too.
I pull her out of her carrier, holding her to my chest. I bounce her, stroke her back. Nothing seems to work. I close my eyes, fighting back tears as she wails. I get annoyed looks, some sympathetic ones too. But either way, they do nothing to help me. They only make me feel worse. I don’t know how long I sit there, trying to quell her tears or my own.