Chapter 12

Ten days after canceling the European trip, I found a brochure for a seaside town at the bottom of a box. It had been the only part of the entire itinerary intended solely for me. According to the original plan, Daniel and Sophia would fly home after finishing the Paris portion of the trip, while I would spend three days alone on the southern coast. There would be no museums, wineries, or anniversary dinners. Just a room overlooking the sea. But after I became pregnant, Daniel said traveling...