One month

Another stretch of days gone. The due date we circled is still on the wall, getting closer, and there is no one to meet it with.

I'm not becoming a father. I'm becoming a man who walks past an empty nursery and pretends he doesn't see it.

Flavio is coming back in a few weeks. That helps. But it also scares me. I'm not sure I'm ready to see him. To have him see how broken I am right now.

But he's coming anyway. That's what friends do.