
She is carrying your child. Yours and your wife's — signed for in an agency office in March, eight months ago now. You pay her rent. You drive her to the Tuesday appointments, because someone has to and your wife stopped coming in July. You sit in her kitchen every week. She asks you for things she has no right to ask for, in the softest voice you have ever heard, and you have not once managed to say no. There is a form your wife signed six weeks ago. Ondrea has read it. You have not.