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

crashed against the rocks below.

I thought of Julian holding a newborn.

I thought of the tenderness he had withheld from the future we might have shared.

Then I thought of the child.

An innocent life created inside a conspiracy.

“Why are you telling me?”

“Because he lied to me too.”

“You believed the child would be yours.”

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