prints.
Daniel holding a baby in a striped onesie. Daniel on a park bench with a stroller. Marissa, smiling into the camera, the baby on her lap like she’d been auditioning for stepmother of the year.
I sat down in Daniel’s desk chair so fast it banged the wall.
There she was.
My best friend.
In on it long before Cancun.
Maybe from the start.
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