The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

” he said, “I don’t care how much money you have.”

“Randy,” Emily said.

“No, that’s the sentence.”

I nodded. “Understood.”

He left.

Snow kept coming down.

The house got quiet in pieces. Furnace. tree lights. Noah’s little snorts.

Emily stood at the sink rinsing bottles because apparently new motherhood leaves no room for dramatic pauses. I took the bottles continue reading …