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

of him buckling his belt while Madison folded herself behind my winter coat and my maternity jeans, and then offering me toast because that was what pregnant women wanted in commercials. Toast. Crackers. Something bland.

“No.”

“Okay.”

His footsteps drifted away.

I waited another five minutes, then texted my sister Beth.

Can you come over right now and don’t continue reading …