Divorce papers arrived at 2:14 p.m., and by 3:00 she had destroyed everything i built. i thought i was the villain until i discovered the baby was never mine.

none of it hurt as much as a single realization.

Callie had known.

Not recently.

Not for a few weeks.

Possibly for years.

And she had never uttered a word.

That night, I drove home.

The brownstone sat in darkness beneath the rain.

No lights.

No movement.

No Callie.

The nursery stood empty.

The closet was half vacant.

Every sign of her existence was gone.

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