The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

knocked hard enough to make the wreath hanging on the front door sway.

A few moments later…

Emily opened it.

Every accusation disappeared before I spoke a single word.

She looked exhausted.

Her blonde hair had been gathered into a messy bun.

Dark circles shadowed her eyes.

An oversized cream sweater hung loosely from her shoulders.

She looked thinner than continue reading …