The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

waved once by his cheek.

I had given presentations to five hundred shareholders without notes.

My hands shook holding a six-day-old boy.

He scrunched his face, then calmed.

His eyelashes were ridiculous. Tiny and dark.

“Hi, Noah.”

My voice sounded wrong. Too rough.

Randy looked away toward the window. Emily sat back down like her legs had quit.

“I missed it,continue reading …