I handed it to Keaton.
"Divorce papers," I said. "You've been served. Happy gender reveal."
He stared at the envelope like it might explode in his hands. He looked at the photos on the ground, then back at me.
"I never… I was going to break it off with her," he mumbled. "You're the one I love."
"If you think this is love, then you have no idea what love is."
The silence that followed was heavy.
"You've been served. Happy gender reveal."
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I turned back to the crowd. "I just wanted the truth to be visible."
I rested a hand on my belly. The baby kicked.
My mother stepped to my side immediately. Keaton's sister joined her. As I started to walk toward the house, I heard my father-in-law behind me.
"Keaton, we're going to talk. Now."
I didn't look back. The photos still lay scattered across the lawn. They said everything I no longer had to say.
"I just wanted the truth to be visible."
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