The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

“You need to leave.”

Jealousy drowned out common sense.

Without thinking…

I pushed past her.

“Gavin!”

“Stop!”

I ignored her.

My eyes searched the living room.

One man’s coat.

An extra pair of boots.

A second wine glass.

Anything.

Anything that proved she’d replaced me.

Then I stopped walking.

Beside the sofa…

A baby carrier.

On the coffee table…

Baby bottles.

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