Hearing the Farewell, No Return

The day I realized Nat James was having an emotional affair, I hemorrhaged six months into my pregnancy and lost one of my fallopian tubes. When my best friend found out, she swung a chair and broke one of his legs. Afterward, she wrote a program just for this, syncing his location and phone messages straight to me. From then on, Nat was consumed with guilt and regret. His life ran on a single line between work and home, and he took care of me down to the smallest detail.