Erin came home to find her belongings scattered across the front lawn and her husband’s mistress already settling in. What he hadn’t accounted for was exactly how little of what he was so sure of actually belonged to him.
My name is Erin Castellano. I’m thirty-two and I live in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
The jazz club was supposed to be a distraction — my best friend Maren’s idea, two hours of music loud enough to drown out months of fertility appointments and the particular silence that had grown between my husband Brett and me since our second failed round.
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