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“OH—”
She disappeared so fast I barely had time to tell her to slow down before I heard her tearing through drawers upstairs.
I looked toward the ceiling.
“Be careful, Cady. Your mama will kill me if you get hurt.”
“I’m okay!”
Thirty seconds later, she came flying back down the steps, tablet hugged against her chest like she’d found buried treasure.
“I found it. Look, Daddy.”
Bubble bath.
Swipe.
“That’s me.”
Spaghetti all over her face.
Swipe.
Curled up asleep on Skye’s chest.
“Mommy was tired that day.”
Swipe.
Then her finger slipped.
The picture disappeared.
Skye came up instead.
Younger. Hair in a wild bushy ponytail. Sitting in an apartment I didn’t recognize. She looked beautiful, but I could see the exhaustion on her face and on her shoulders.
Hey, Sugar Cane.
She was looking dead into the camera.
I stopped moving.
Cadence didn’t. She ate a chip and watched it like she’d seen it a hundred times.
“That’s me in her belly,” she said. “Mommy talks to you in these ones.” She tapped the screen, already bored, looking for more baby ones. “She does it a lot. I don’t know why.”
She found another video of herself and moved on, satisfied.
I couldn’t.
“Baby girl, go back to that one.”
She looked up at me, confused, then swiped back without asking why.
I let it play.
Hey, Sugar Cane, I don’t know if you’ll ever see this. I hope you do. But uhm, well. We’re pregnant. I’m so scared. And tired, a lot. It’s been a month since we said goodbye, and I miss you like crazy. I don’t know what I was thinking. But it’s better this way. One day you’ll see.
