The Secret in His Lens

Just because my best friend’s ginger cat was hopelessly clingy toward my husband, I decided to divorce him.

That cat only ever let my husband get close.

Because of that cat, he missed our ninety-ninth date.

Even when I passed out from the excruciating pain of IVF hormone injections, he was still by that ginger cat's side.

Until one afternoon, while cleaning out an old phone of his,

I stumbled upon an album containing over three thousand photos.

Not a single one was of a ginger cat.

Instead, they were all of a child.

A photo for every single month, from birth to the present.