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The sublet listing says the wardrobe must stay. I expect old coats, not thirty dresses tailored to measurements my body does not have and a note welcoming Rebecca home. Each garment makes more of the apartment remember her. My hair grows longer. The doorman hands me maternity packages. Neighbors ask whether the baby has started kicking. On the third evening, I put on the tight red dress and Nathan's body reshapes completely, leaving a visibly pregnant woman reflected between the open wardrobe doors. Memories follow: Rebecca choosing this apartment, hearing the heartbeat, deciding to raise the child even after her partner left.

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