The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

under it. Just one. Wrapped in newspaper comics.

Randy kept his boots by the mat without being asked.

Emily sat slowly on the couch and tried not to show how much it hurt. I noticed anyway.

I sat in the armchair opposite her.

Randy remained standing until she said, “For God’s sake, sit down. You’re making Noah nervous.”

“He’s six days old,” Randy muttered,continue reading …