My Husband Forgot to Hang Up, What He Said to My Pregnant Best Friend Ended Everything
Rain stitched the windshield into a moving mosaic, streetlights blurring into amber smears as Seattle folded into itself at dusk. I had always liked driving in weather like this. The city felt quieter, wrapped in something private. The Bluetooth in my car hummed softly, a small blue icon glowing on the dash, doing what it…