“I am, I’m home,” I said, her question not making me feel any better. “But Dru, what’s going on? You’ve kept me waiting and I can’t take it.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll explain it all, but I just landed. We’re still on the plane, but as soon as I get off, I’ll hop in an Uber and be at your place in about thirty.”

“No,” I said. “I’m alone now, but I don’t know for how long. Jeremy took the kids to the driving range and he’ll probably take them to get something to eat afterward. But I have no idea and I don’t want us discussing this when he and the children come back.”

“All right; where do you want to meet?”

“I’ll jump in the car and pick you up, but Dru, tell me, is Sharonne pregnant?”

“Ginger, I know it’s hard, but I don’t want to talk about it over the phone.”

“Damn it, Dru,” I said, raising my voice once again. Something that had never been part of my life was becoming a habit. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting? Just answer that question. Is she pregnant?”

“I’ll be outside the United terminal waiting.” And then, she clicked off the phone. My best friend had just hung up in my face. What in the world was this about?

I wanted to call her back, but that would just waste too much time. I’d been dressed and waiting, so all I had to do was grab my purse and jet down the steps. I set the house alarm before I trotted into the garage. My plan was to set a speed record with how many minutes I could shave off of this normally twenty-minute ride to Reagan National Airport. I had to get there before my head exploded from all of my anxiety. Why wouldn’t Dru tell me whether or not Sharonne was pregnant? There had to be only one reason why she didn’t want to tell me over the phone: It was not good news.

Tears were already filling my eyes when I spotted Dru thirteen minutes later standing on the edge of the curb in front of Terminal 2. I eased my car to a stop a few feet away from her.

I held my breath as she strolled to me, searching her face for any signs of what she was about to say. Why wasn’t she running to the car? Didn’t she realize the damage that had been done to my heart because I hadn’t heard from her in these past few days?

“Hey,” she said, dropping into the passenger’s seat. “I know you’re mad that I hung up on you,” she started before I could go in on her, “but you’ll understand if you give me a chance to explain.”