smiling proudly.
Everyone celebrating as though there had never been another wife.
Another sister.
Another family.
Another baby.
I closed my eyes.
And immediately heard Ryan’s voice from the day everything fell apart.
I had come home early from grocery shopping.
Ryan hadn’t heard me enter the house.
He was standing in the kitchen talking on the phone.
His voice was soft.
Affectionate.
The voice he once used with me.
“I love you, honey. I’ll see you tonight at the usual hotel.”
I stopped walking.
My hands tightened around the
