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For five months, I’d spent every day figuring things out before Derek had to notice there was a problem.
Then I broke my arm.
And for the first time, I couldn’t keep doing his half too.
Then I broke my arm.
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Two days before I went to Mom’s, I was sitting on the nursery floor trying to snap Luke’s sleeper with my left hand.
My right arm was trapped in a cast.
Miles had started fussing behind me, and my tea sat untouched on the changing table.