Troy
Kiana was throwing up again. I’d slept fitfully next to her, wishing desperately that she would curl up in my arms like she used to, but neither one of us had been able to relax. We both woke up at dawn, and in some desperation to feel normal, I’d ordered breakfast for us. We barely talked while we ate, and the tension was about to drive me insane. I knew she was frustrated with me, but I just couldn’t tell her the truth. Not until I knew how to explain it to her.
Whether it was the baby or the chasm between us, but one minute she was eating her toast and the next she was racing to the bathroom and hurling. Standing outside of it, I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pain tightening in my chest. This was supposed to be my time to shine. To get her whatever she needed, to rub her
