Give the Night Back to the Stars, Give Me Back to Myself

On our eighth anniversary, I clutched the test results confirming my pregnancy and sent Ethan Mercer a message. Come pick me up at the hospital. We're finally having a baby. A red exclamation mark. The other party has friend verification enabled. You are not yet their friend... I stared at that line for a long time. He was always doing this kind of thing after losing a game—unfriending me, blocking me, changing the door lock code...