My Former Best Friend Invited Me To Her Baby Shower Until I Saw The DNA Results On My Counter

toward me with one hand resting on her stomach in the specific pose that communicates: look what I have and you do not.

“Naomi,” she said, her voice pitched at the level that carries well in a large room. “You actually came.”

“I told you I would.”

Daniel stood a few feet behind her in a pale linen suit, his hand on her back, already organizing his expression continue reading …