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something had happened to the baby. “Is Ethan okay?”
    “He’s a handful to deal with by myself … but he’s fine.”
    “Good… good.” That’s all I needed to know; I could go on to bed because anything else could wait until morning. “Well, goodnight.” I turned and walked down the hallway. But I didn’t get very far.
    She yelled after me: “I hired a P.I. today!”
    As I stormed back into the room, fear flushed my face. “You did what?” I stood over her. “Why would you do that?” When I realized my hands had a death-grip on my hair, I tried to relax but still couldn’t control my fidget. 
    “Because every time I try to talk to you, you walk away. I want the truth. I deserve the truth. Where do you go every night?”
    “You know I’m out drinking with the guys. I’ve told you a thousand times.”
    I watched her jaw tighten, and through her teeth she said, “Why are you lying to me?”
    My heart raced. Had she found something? “What makes you think I’m lying?”
    Jana tossed the blanket off her lap and stood up. I tensed my body, prepared for a slap. She eased to her tiptoes, so we were face-to-face, breath-to-breath. “You don’t smell like a bar,” she whispered. “For a man who has been out drinking all night long, you certainly are sober. You don’t drink at home. Why the hell would someone pretend to be a drinker?”
    I plopped down on the couch and rubbed my face hard with my hands. “Why are you doing this? Why can’t you just leave it alone?”
    “Leave it alone? This is our marriage!”
    I had nothing to say, nothing to offer.
    “I give up,” she said. “I’m just going to ask, since you can’t be a man and just admit it. Are you cheating on me? Is there someone else?”
     An affair. It would be a simple enough explanation. “Would that be something you could forgive me for?”
    “Wait a minute. That’s not it, is it? Shit… I can see it in your eyes. Trevor?”
    “Just do yourself a favor. Do our family a favor. Call the private detective, and call it off. Let me protect you. Don’t you see? If I tell you, I don’t know what will happen. I’m afraid you’ll never forgive yourself.”
    “What? Forgive myself? What are you accusing me of?”
    I looked at her, exhausted, tested, tears filling her eyes. It had gone too far. I knew she would probe until she found the answers. And I knew that it wouldn’t look good if a P.I. came back with pictures. Jana would just draw her own conclusions. Conclusions that would end our marriage, and I had lost too much to let that happen. I inhaled and then exhaled slowly. “You tried to sell Ethan.”
    “What?”
    “I had to buy him back,” I said. “Now I can’t catch a break.”
    “Just stop it. Stop it…”
    “You wanted to hear this; so here it is.” I stood up and grabbed her hands. “Luck, like anything else, can be bought and traded. Before we met, you made a deal with Luck. Because you had such horrible luck, you agreed to trade your first-born for what you thought was really good luck.”
    “ Really ?” She pulled away from me. “I don’t know what you’re doing—”
    “After we were married,” I said firmly, “ After we were pregnant, you told me what you did. You told me how you found out too late that good luck was just an illusion; that there were only three types of luck: extreme, medium, and weak. With extreme luck, really good things happen but so do really bad things.”
    “Maybe you haven’t been drinking,” Jana said, “but something is wrong with you.”
    “You told me you tried to take it back, but it was too late. You had already given up all rights to our unborn child, before we met, to some couple with medium luck.”
    “This is crazy, Trevor. Do you know how crazy this sounds?”
    “I thought so too… at the time. But still, I asked you where I could find this luck guy. Even though I didn’t believe you, never believed a word of it, I went there. And after I found the guy, I