“I did,” he said, not flinching from it. “I want to explain why, and then I want you to be as angry with me as you need to be, for as long as you need to be. But I need you to hear the reason first.”
“Then tell me,” I said.
“I couldn’t stand watching you close that door on yourself for the rest of your life,” he said. “Every time you mentioned the name you’d picked out since you were nineteen, some part of you looked like you were grieving something that hadn’t even happened yet. I couldn’t fix the part where your body couldn’t carry another pregnancy. But I thought — maybe I could fix the rest of it, if I was careful enough.”
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