He called me this morning.
His voice broken down by time, emotion and fear.
A shell of the man I had committed myself to.
"I'm in Little Rock. Bricky, I'm having surgery and I'm here alone. I'm alone and I'm scared."
The silence between us expanded as I thought of what I should do.
As I pictured him lying there in a sterile room.
As I raised my hand and looked at where his ring once was.
As I lowered my hand to the womb where his child once grew.
"Brittany, I need you."
My voice was cold.
My words slow, quiet and measured.
"I needed you once, too."
I heard him sob as I hit End.