The Years We Left Empty
Language: en
I felt the shock wave in my chest before my brain could even process the words. I sat frozen on the edge of our king-sized bed, listening to the voice memo on Audrey’s phone for the third time. Then the fourth. “Can you come over? The baby misses you.” At first, I had convinced myself it was some absurd private joke between lifelong friends. An inside nickname. I had typed back from her unlocked screen with slightly trembling thumbs: Cut it out, Gavin. Don't call her that. Then Gavin’s reply had pinged back, his tone thick with genuine exasperation: “I’m talking about our son, Audrey. He…