I Opened The Security Log Before They Could Get Their Story Straight

days much more.

I clicked April.

On April 29, the day of my anatomy scan, there had been eleven calls between them before noon.

One call from Damon to me.

Forty-two seconds.

I remembered it exactly.

“Sorry, babe, conference room, can’t talk, text me what the doctor says.”

I had stood in the parking garage crying because I found out we were having a girl and continue reading …