The Expiration Date
Language: en
Gabriel was hosting a birthday dinner for his "White Moonlight"—the one who got away—at the restaurant where I worked. He tipped every staff member generously. I stood in the line-up, bowing with everyone else. "Happy Birthday, Ms. Sterling." "Wishing you both a long and happy life together." Gabriel looked at me for two seconds longer than necessary, but said nothing. After work, I wrapped my puffer jacket tight and walked onto the snowy streets of Manhattan. I remembered the day I found out I was pregnant. My friend Sarah had urged me: "Don't rush to get rid of it. How do you…