He Lost Me the Day He Lost Our Baby

On Valentine's night, my surgeon husband called to say he had to work overtime, last minute.

I went quiet for a moment, then tapped open the Instagram feed of that young nurse, Savannah Fox, the way I already knew how.

The photo was a corner of the hospital locker room, Stan Mason stripped to the waist, sweat soaking his back.

A pair of hands with strawberry-pink nails was wrapped tight around his waist.

The caption read: The way you sweat for me. So hot.

Late that night, I found two condoms missing from the nightstand drawer.