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.
Every instinct wanted to yank that door open. I wanted Claire to face me. I wanted Damon to explain why my best friend’s lingerie was sitting under our bed while I sat alone at a prenatal appointment.
Then I noticed Damon’s phone on the mattress.
Claire had hers with her inside the closet.
If I confronted them right then, they’d erase the continue reading …
