“I’ve been really fucking understanding,” I said, my hands clenched on my lap. “But don’t treat me like shit.”

“I’m not treating you like shit,” she shot back.

“The first time you’ve opened your mouth all day and you start in on me about how I don’t care about your feelings,” I said. “How I don’t care about your plans. What the fuck do you think I’m doing here, Sarai?”

“We’re driving to Oregon to see your family,” she said flatly.

“That’s such bullshit,” I growled. “I’ve done everything I can for you. I asked if you wanted to go back to New York, and you said no. I try to make you happy, and you fucking scowl at me. I can’t touch you, because you flinch away. I can’t talk to you, because you don’t respond. How in the fuck am I treating you bad?”

“I told you that I didn’t have time for a relationship,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I told you that I had goals and plans that I wanted to follow through on.”

“We’re back to that?” I said tiredly. “Really?”

“Everything comes back to that,” she replied, her eyes not meeting mine.

“I didn’t force you to spend time with me,” I said, my breathing choppy as I stared at her. “I didn’t force you to do anything. You’re the one who wanted to get married, so we eloped. I tried to make everything easy on you. I—”

“If you would have just left me alone, then none of this would have happened,” she said accusingly, her eyes filling with tears. “I had plans. I knew what I was doing.”

“So you just wish that we’d never met?” I asked, my throat tightening as I struggled to speak.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. She lifted her hands to her face and let out a small sob.

“Then what do you mean?” I asked. We’d had this discussion at the hospital, but I’d let it go. I’d known that she was in shock, and I’d thought she hadn’t meant it. But now she was saying the same things all over again, and I felt as if my chest were cracking open. “You act like I ruined your life or something. If I’d just left you alone? What the fuck?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she cried. “None of this was supposed to happen.” She clenched her jaw and spoke through her teeth. “This is what happens when you don’t follow a plan—everything gets messed up.”

“What are you even talking about?” I asked. Was she talking about the baby? Our marriage? School? She wasn’t making any sense.