interested.
“How much now?” he asked one Saturday as I came out of the bathroom.
“Eleven pounds.”
He smiled. “See? Wasn’t so hard.”
Another week, when I told him nothing had changed, he only said, “Huh,” and returned to his phone.
I hated how much that tiny reaction bothered me.
Still, I kept going.
Around the same time, Ryan started coming home later.
“Work’s crazy,” he told me.
I believed him. He had always been ambitious, and between the baby and my new routine, I barely questioned it.
But I
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