I Brought Four Children To The Christmas Dinner He Set As A Trap

like a woman made of old paper, had been in our kitchen twenty minutes later because Marcus called her. I still remember her perfume. Gardenia. Thick enough to taste.

She looked me up and down and said, “A baby won’t fix a weak marriage.”

I said, “I’m not trying to fix anything. I’m pregnant.”

She never even blinked.

“You’ve always been dramatic.”

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