My husband gave away every maternity dress I owned while I was at work. When I asked what I was supposed to wear, he kept spreading mustard on his sandwich.

I went upstairs and photographed the empty closet.

Then I sent Tara a message.

*Nick gave you my maternity wardrobe without asking me. I still need those clothes. Please don’t unpack or use anything until we sort this out.*

She didn’t answer immediately.

Eleven minutes later, her reply appeared.

*You need to discuss this with Nick.*

I called her.

She ignored the call.

Something felt wrong.

Tara and I had always gotten along reasonably well. I’d even promised to help her with baby supplies after Nora arrived.

Why was she refusing to return my belongings?

I opened Facebook.

Then I checked Tara’s Marketplace listings.

My stomach dropped.

There was my navy maternity dress.

My cardigan.

My nursing pajamas.

And my beautiful sage-green dress.

The green dress still had its original tags.

Tara had advertised it for $85.

Underneath the listing was one word.

**SOLD.**

I stared at the screen.