Thinking back... to five years ago today.
I was 9 months married, 38 weeks pregnant. We were living in Rey's hometown: Rio Bravo, Mexico. Rey was working in a factory, I was home alone most days. It was sweltering outside, all the time. We had one air conditioner in the bedroom that we'd purchased the month before.
As I lay in bed that night, I felt like "something" was going on. Like "twitches" or something. Not painful, just different. I wondered if it meant anything, but went to sleep anyway.
5 years ago today.