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.

people she could trust.

She’d used every bit of that against me.

Damon addressed the room.

“This is a private matter. Everyone should go.”

“No,” Claire said suddenly.

She wiped her tears and looked at him with a different kind of fear now.

“You said the apartment would be ours by Friday.”

Damon went completely still.

I set the continue reading …