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

Complicated was too small a word.

I stayed until morning.

Julian arrived twelve hours later.

His tie was crooked. His face looked gray.

When he saw me outside the NICU, he stopped.

“What are you doing here?”

“Someone needed to be.”

He looked through the glass at his son.

His expression broke.

For one moment, all defenses disappeared.

He pressed his palm against continue reading …