Chapter 13

At twelve weeks, I invited Rhys to one prenatal appointment. I sent the email the night before. Tomorrow at ten. Savannah Women’s Clinic. You may attend as the baby’s father. Nothing else has changed. His reply arrived four minutes later. Thank you. I understand. The next morning, Rhys was already in the waiting room when Odette and I arrived. He had flown down from New York the previous evening and booked a hotel near the clinic. He sat near the far wall with a closed folder on his...