On the Day of the Explosion, He Saved Her First

On Christmas Eve, heavily pregnant, I stood in the kitchen washing a mountain of dishes in freezing cold water.

Suddenly, my husband Ethan's phone lit up on the dining table where he had left it.

I tapped the screen.

It was a delivery notification:

"Your state-of-the-art smart dishwasher has been successfully delivered to Maple Court Apartments, Tower A, Unit 205."

But our apartment was Unit 204.

I tried to convince myself that Ethan was just trying to surprise me and got the unit number wrong.

He had always been careless like that.