The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

panel and road salt all over it.

“Who is he?” I said.

Emily’s mouth tightened. “Please don’t open the door.”

“Who is he?”

She looked down at Noah, then at me. “My landlord.”

I turned back to her.

“Your landlord is pounding on your door on Christmas Eve because my car is outside?”

Another knock. Then a rattle of the knob.

“Emily, I know you’re in there.”

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