His Wife, His Best Friend's Baby

like my heart, staring at Lily'

a, my wife, leaning int

e slight curve of her

the baby in my womb with health and sa

dead, and their

of a shattered lie, and let it fall o

t looking back, leav

rd Sophia' s sis

omes crawling back in

had n

ia' s lover, even peeling him an apple,

me she relished

bomb: "We can all be

divorce papers,

up the papers. "You ha

gan to choke, his

ed, her eyes blazing, forcing a

nutty taste flooded

rst wave of anaphylaxis h

by almost a year ago, righ

still alive when

hoking, as they rushe

le hospital room, a rut