Emily let out a thin laugh. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“No,” I said. “I’m giving you an opportunity.”
Her jaw tightened. “Nathan, not here.”
I folded my napkin with care and set it beside my plate. “We haven’t slept together in eleven weeks.” I let the number settle into the room. “Not since the hotel in Denver, before your ‘girls’ trip’ to Miami. I remember because after that, I moved into the guest room, and two weeks later I had my vasectomy follow-up. The doctor confirmed it worked months ago.”
My mother inhaled sharply.
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