ht enough.
Vanessa’s voice: Is that your wife again?
My voice: Don’t worry about it.
Vanessa: What if it’s the baby?
My voice: Hannah panics over everything.
Vanessa: Aren’t you going to call?
My voice: I’m not ruining tonight because she can’t handle motherhood.
Then, after a pause, my own voice, low and slurred:
Sometimes I wish I could disappear from both of them.
I stared at the words.
The room went silent except for the air conditioner humming overhead.
“I didn’t mean that,” I whispered.
Franklin said nothing.
“I was drunk. I was tired. I was—”
