Five Minutes After My Divorce My Ex Rushed To An Ultrasound Until The Doctor Called Security

his small suitcase handle in his fist, his shoulders squared in the way I had been watching him square them when he was preparing for something uncertain.

“Okay?” I asked him.

He looked at the terminal. At the planes visible beyond the glass. At the broad, ordinary indifference of an airport full of people leaving for a hundred different reasons, none continue reading …