I came home with our baby’s ultrasound in my hand—and found my husband hurriedly pulling on his pants while my best friend hid behind my maternity coats.

on her baby,” he said. “You used me as your alibi.”

Claire reached for him.

“Owen, please.”

He stepped back.

I’d imagined I might feel satisfied watching Claire lose him.

Instead I just felt tired.

She’d been my closest friend for twelve years. She knew where I kept my spare keys, which appointments scared me, how badly I wanted my daughter surrounded by continue reading …