He turns around slowly and we make eye contact. I hadn’t considered that I’d ever run into him in person. Which I realize is stupid because we live in the same city and Pittsburgh isn’t all that big. But why is he dressed like a mailman?

”Is it you? Did you…come here?” I instinctively rub my stomach, which makes me roll my eyes at myself because I feel like a cliche. But I recently started feeling this little bird wriggle around in there ...