Not at the baby. Not at me
At the tiles.
“I Can’t Do This”
That’s what she said.
I thought it was shock. Of course I thought it was shock. She’d been in labor for nineteen hours and we’d been in that hospital for two days and nobody had told us anything until that morning.
“Goldi. Hey. Look at me.”
She didn’t.
“We’ll figure it out. One day at a time. That’s all anybody does anyway.”