I looked at my husband.
“No. I want him to stay.”
She nodded.
“Then let’s begin.”
The first bag contained brand-new maternity clothing.
Two pairs of comfortable pants.
Soft shirts.
A warm cardigan.
And an entire set of maternity nursing scrubs.
I stared at everything.
“Elaine, this is too much.”
“No,” she replied. “You work long shifts. You should have something clean to wear without doing laundry every evening.”
Nick looked inside the bag.
“You bought all that?”
Elaine answered without looking at him.
“Yes. I did.”
He frowned.
“Seems excessive.”
She turned toward him.
“Then perhaps you should have thought about that before emptying your wife’s closet.”
He looked away.
Frank opened the second bag.
Inside were the clothes Tara had returned.
My striped maternity shirt.
Black leggings.
The hospital robe I’d purchased for delivery.
My other work uniforms.
Several dresses and blouses.
And at the very bottom, wrapped in tissue paper, was my sage-green maternity dress.
