Three weeks after my fiancé died, his mother left a baby car seat on my porch. What I found hidden underneath it sent me across town with more questions than answers.
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My fiancé died three weeks before our wedding — on the morning we were supposed to marry, his mother left a baby car seat on my porch.
I spun around.
The storage door had slammed so hard the metal walls shook.
A woman stood inside the unit with me.
Pregnant.
Very pregnant.
And I recognized her instantly.
She was the woman from the photographs.
For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then she looked at me and whispered, “You came.”
My heart began pounding.
“Who are you?”
Her face crumpled.
“My name is Rebecca.”
I glanced at the photographs behind her.
Daniel with his hand on her stomach.
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Daniel carrying boxes of diapers.
Daniel assembling the crib.
Daniel smiling beside her outside what looked like a doctor’s office.
I couldn’t breathe.
“How did you know I’d be here?”
Rebecca closed her eyes.
“Because Daniel said you would come today.”
My entire body went cold.
“You knew about me?”
“Yes.”
That one word hurt more than I expected.
I laughed once, but there was nothing funny about it.
“So that’s it?”