from law school, drove me. He carried my bag inside and made sur

or. His coffee cup was still on the counter. It was a silent testament to h

a soft, hopeful yellow. The crib Ethan had begrudgingly assembled stood in the corner. Tiny clothes were

grief was a vast, fr

ing to himself. He tossed his keys on the entry table and

m that place you like," he said, his voice cheerful. He fl

rritation. "Are you still mad about the other day? I told you

looked

n't be there for your little panic attack, but Olivia really needed me. Her car broke

He was painting himself as the hero in someone else's

on the coffee table. "Here. E

dn't

livia is a single mother. She has it hard. We need to be supportive. In fact, she needs to

e expected me to provide for the wom

alm settled over

t hung in the air between

eyes wide with disbelief

She can't

snapped, his voice rising. "What the hell is wrong with you? Is this b

ing in the middle of a graveyard, co

I said, my voice fla

walked past him

me. "You're being completely unreasonable! I'm going b

door sla

ed clothes out of the dresser. I took down the mobile of smi

elcoming a new baby. I sealed the bag tightly. I dragged it out to

nside, took my pho

steady. "I need you. I