Ryan and I had what everyone called a *perfect* marriage.
Five years of inside jokes, shared routines, Sunday breakfasts. When I got pregnant, he cried. Actually cried. He lifted me off the floor, spun me around, talked to my belly every night like our child was already listening.
We were choosing names. Painting samples. Planning a nursery.
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