HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

the first time since finding the ring, I felt my control fracture.

Not visibly.

Inside.

A hairline crack through bone.

He had refused a child with me, then stolen my grandfather’s coins to purchase one without me.

“When is the baby due?”

Sloane looked toward the rain.

“The carrier is twenty-eight weeks pregnant.”

I stood and walked to the windows.

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