The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

him once against her shoulder, automatic, like she’d been doing it every hour of every day.

“Emily.” The voice again. “I can see his car outside.”

His.

The word hit me in a stupid place. Then my brain caught up.

“He means me?” I asked.

She nodded once.

I walked to the front window and pushed the curtain aside with two fingers.

A man stood on the porch in continue reading …