She’d also told them that I’d trapped her son and that the baby probably wasn’t his.
All of that while insisting she never wanted to meet me. Strange, right?
Lydia had opinions about a woman she wouldn’t recognize in a grocery aisle.
But bless his heart, Jake never asked me to choose between him and his mother. He chose us from the very beginning. So I stayed quiet and hoped she’d change her mind before the baby was born.
She never wanted to meet me.
My phone buzzed. It was my coworker, Marcy.
« Please tell me you’re not folding baby clothes again, » she said the second I picked up.
« I’m not folding baby clothes. »
« You liar! I can hear the folding right through the phone! »
« My feet hate me, Marcy. They filed for divorce today. »
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