I remember waiting for my husband, Serge, to get home from an all-day fishing trip. I was several months pregnant with our daughter and I was certain he was dead, absolutely certain.Pregnancy hormones and the crazy shit women do. It's what I'm babbling about today.
I sat on the couch that rested beneath our front window and redialed his cell phone for the bazzilionth time. “Hi, this is Serge, leave a message…”
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