“Confusion is our most important product.”
Not this time, car. Not this time.
It’s not uncommon to have music playing in the house.
Dance happenings in the kitchen, the bathroom, in the hallway.
We like it.
Edyn might not be able to hear the music but she can feel it and it works just the same.
It it brings us together, makes us happy, gets our worries out of our heads.
But today, as I watched them shake their hips and swing their hands around, I sat propped up against the bed.
When the music swelled, so did the tears. The floodgates opened.
I warned myself. I could feel it right before, that damned time of the month. I told myself not to cry.
But with the music came the realization.
im still not pregnant.