“No,” she whispered. “It’s Ethan’s.”
The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. I laughed once, out of reflex.
“That’s not funny.”Pregnancy wellness products
“I’m not joking,” she said, her voice thin as if she were about to cry. “It happened while you were planning the wedding. We tried to stop. He said he was going to tell you. He didn’t. And now… he’s choosing me.”
My hand went numb around the keychain.
“Choosing you?”
Maya sniffed.
“He’s going to leave. He said you’d react badly and make things ugly, but I’m trying to stay calm. I just… needed you to hear it from me.”
From her. As if that made it noble.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t collapse. I just walked out of the house, sat in the car, and stared at the steering wheel until my vision blurred.Sisterhood support groups
Ethan came out ten minutes later, whistling, holding paint color samples.
