My husband forced me to sleep in our car every night because my pregnancy kept him awake,

For a moment, I thought Ryan was joking.

He wasn’t.

“Take your pillows,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“And don’t slam the door when you leave.”

I stared at him, waiting for the man I had married to reappear.

The man who had cried when he saw our first ultrasound.

The man who had painted the nursery walls a soft yellow because we hadn’t agreed on whether our daughter would prefer pink or green.