The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

hurt more than if she’d cried. It was familiar. The version of her that used to tease me over takeout cartons and Sunday papers.

I’d missed months of this.

Months.

Meeting My Son

“Can I hold him?”

I didn’t mean to say it out loud. It just came out.

Emily looked at me for a long second.

If she’d said no, I would’ve deserved it.

Instead she stood, with effort,continue reading …