The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

decorate her Christmas tree.

Maybe he was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee from my favorite mug.

Every imagined scene fueled the anger I refused to admit was really guilt.

Because if our marriage had failed…

I knew exactly who carried most of the blame.

Emily’s house appeared at the end of the street, wrapped in warm white Christmas lights.

It wasn’t continue reading …