The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

I thought maybe he’d gone.

Then his fist hit the door so hard the picture frame in the hallway jumped crooked.

Noah wailed.

Emily flinched so violently that something cold moved under my skin.

“Why is he here?” I said.

Her eyes flicked to the kitchen counter.

I followed them.

Past the bottles. The dish towel. The unopened mail.

A pink notice sat by the toaster.continue reading …