He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

of a paper tucked into the outer pocket of his overnight bag.

Hospital letterhead.

He noticed my eyes drop there and moved too late.

I pulled it free.

A paternity test appointment confirmation.

Tomorrow morning.

Vanessa saw it over my shoulder from the bedroom doorway and made a sound like she’d been slapped.

Ethan said nothing.

Because what was left.

He’d continue reading …