Three weeks later, I'm standing in the empty shell of what used to be my life.

The moving truck left this morning, taking all our furniture to Denver. Our house sold faster than anyone expected-James said we got lucky with a cash buyer who wanted to close quickly. Now I'm doing a final walk-through of rooms that no longer feel like home.

I'm thirteen weeks pregnant now, just barely showing, and the morning sickness has finally started to ease. I should be excited about the move, about ...