choice but to pass through.
husband … or to the man I’ve betrayed him with—a man I’ve come to love but whose
name I don’t know.
this baby inside me.
without casualties, because this is a story in which a true happy ending cannot
with only two.
your fingertips, a whining toddler at your feet. Vitamins. I back away from
them. Watch you ruffle the shock of blonde before taking the tiny hand that
claws at your leg.
throat constricted, hands sweaty, eyes burning out of fear that I’ll blink and
you’ll be gone.
Dimetapp before mumbling something to the girl. She is persistent. Throws a
tantrum. You pick her up, my eyes trained on the strength of your arms — the
muscular lines that cut across your skin.
husband, all four chambers of my heart ripping as I wish for something else.
“Yes,” I whisper, hand snatching up the nearest bottle of what I came
here for, and allowing my hair to shield my face.
now snug on your hip, snot glistening from her upturned nose. When our eyes
connect, I surrender. A wave of longing erodes my veins, and I see the same in
those tired eyes of yours. They widen at me, need and desire and understanding
packaged beneath one bow.
is author of The Evolution of Ivy: Poison.She was raised in Columbia, SC, with her three sisters who annoy her greatly.
Lauren’s social life is pretty boring, but she loves reading, coffee & hot
tea, and living in her pajamas. She’s a glutton for punishment, and regrettably
signs up for things like Room Mom in her children’s classes, leaving her up all
night doing things like baking dozens of cookies between swear words. Her
favorite food is avocado. If she could, she’d find a way to put it on