My husband gave his female best friend my seat on the fifth-anniversary trip I'd paid for, then bet $500 I'd still drive them to the airport. "So what if she paid? Brooke gets her seat. Natalie can drive us to the airport." I froze outside Jason's half-open patio door that Thursday evening. In my purse were a white clinic envelope and tiny cream baby socks. Six weeks pregnant, after two years of trying. I couldn't wait until our Saturday flight to tell him he was going to be a father. I heard Jason set his beer bottle down. "It's your fifth anniversary, Connor. She worked three months of overtime to pay for the suite and the upgrades. You give her ticket to Brooke, and you still expect her to drive you?" Connor laughed. "If she was going to leave, she'd have done it last year." My fingers tightened around my purse strap. "I helped Brooke move on our anniversary. Natalie cried and packed a bag. And where was she when I got home at midnight? In the house. With a warm dinner waiting for me in the oven." Laughter rose around the table. Last year, I had waited two hours at a restaurant. I had reheated his dinner because he held me, apologized, and promised he would never put me second again. Now he was telling his friends about that dinner as proof I would never leave. Jason pulled five hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and laid them on the table. "Five hundred says you're calling a cab on Saturday once you tell her she's not coming." Connor took out his wallet. I could see him clearly through the screen. He was perfectly steady as he counted out five bills and laid them beside Jason's. No hesitation. "Six o'clock Saturday morning," he said. "She'll have the SUV in the driveway. She'll even help load Brooke's bags." Brooke sat beside him in his old college sweatshirt. Her purse occupied the chair where I usually sat. She raised her bottle and clinked it against his. "That's money in your pocket." I looked down at the white envelope inside my bag. On the way over, I had kept imagining his face. Would he recognize the little socks first? Would he pull me into his arms before he finished reading the report? I slowly closed the zipper. "You'd better make sure the boards fit," Eric said. "They fit in Natalie's SUV," Connor answered. "That's why we need her to drive." Brooke laughed. "She'll probably make you sandwiches for the flight, too." He didn't tell her to stop. "She's already made the lasagna for the night we get back," he said. "Labeled it and put it in the freezer." I had cooked it Wednesday night, after another late night at work, so we wouldn't have to worry about dinner when we came home from our anniversary trip. "And when she asks why I'm going?" Brooke said. "You just broke up with Dylan. You need your friends." She leaned back in her chair. "Exactly. Besides, I'm one of the guys. If I'd wanted you, I'd have made my move ten years ago." She smiled into her bottle. "She never would've stood a chance." Connor smiled back. I waited for him to say my name. To remind her whose anniversary this was, or who had paid for the hotel they were discussing. He reached for his beer instead. The clinic envelope pressed against my palm through the lining of my purse. Leaving the clinic that afternoon, I had thought the hardest part would be keeping our baby a secret until I saw him. I stepped away from the door. No one noticed. In my car, I set the purse on the passenger seat. The little socks were still inside, exactly where I had tucked them before leaving the clinic. I left them there. My phone buzzed. [Game's running late. Don't wait up.] Ten seconds later, another message arrived. [Forward the Cabo hotel confirmation to Brooke before you sleep, okay? I'll explain when I get home.] He hadn't told me I was staying home yet. He had already told her she could use my reservation. I opened the hotel confirmation. There were our names, the oceanfront suite, and the anniversary dinner I had booked for Sunday night. I closed it without forwarding anything. Then I opened my chat with my older sister, Audrey. [You said your spare room was always open for me. Is the offer still open?] Her answer came in less than a minute. [Always. Tell me when.] I looked back at the lit patio. Connor was still sitting beside Brooke, his five hundred dollars on the table between their bottles. He had given them a time and promised them my car. I typed the same time to my sister. [Saturday morning.]