I was three minutes late for the train. My fiancé knew I was twelve weeks pregnant and had booked a window seat because the nausea had been brutal—but when I boarded, his new intern was sitting there with his blazer over her shoulders. “Sit in the back,” he told me. “She needs it more.” I got off before departure and canceled our wedding. He still thought I’d be waiting for him in Boston.
I was three minutes late boarding the train to Boston, already nauseous and exhausted by the time I dragged my suitcase through the crowded aisle. At twelve weeks pregnant, mornings had become unpredictable, which was exactly why I had reserved a window seat where I could lean against the wall, stay close to the restroom, […]
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