The Envelope With My Name On It
“I was talking to Emma.”
The words landed like ice water in my chest.
For a second, I honestly thought I had misheard her.
The apartment suddenly felt smaller.
Hotter.
Noah slept peacefully against Sarah’s chest, one tiny fist curled near his cheek, completely unaware that the ground beneath my life had just …
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