I Brought One Envelope to My Ex-Husband’s Wedding

launch.

Then he said, “You need to think about Lily’s future.”

I went still.

“My daughter’s future?”

“Yes.”

“You mean the daughter you didn’t want?”

He hung up.

I sat there with Lily on my shoulder and milk drying cold against my skin.

My mother, from the doorway, said, “Was that the ass?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I hope he gets shingles.”

The Invitation

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