No baby. No... nothing. It's over. I wasn't enough.

Just thought you would want to know you're not going to be an honorary auntie any time soon.

Wait.. What?

What in the world is going on? Do you need me to come over? Tell me what I can do to help.

I don't actually know what happened. It's all kind of a blur. But I'm not pregnant, I know that much. Maybe I could come over when you get out of work? When's your next day off? This feels like a firewhiskey kind of thing.

I'll be off Friday through Sunday.

Come by Thursday right after dinner. I'll be home by then and I'll grab some Firewhiskey on my way home from work. There's that distillery that makes different flavored Firewhiskies. I'll see if I can't get us a variety to sample.