My Husband Thought He Could Move Me And The Babies Out Until The Doorbell Rang And He Went Pale

once. “Hannah has kids.”

“They are babies.”

Julian’s expression hardened. “Careful.”

That single word did more than a threat could have done. Matthew stopped talking. The phone buzzed again. This time, Hannah looked at it and felt nothing like fear. Denise had helped build this moment. She could wait outside it.

Weston slid the printed page closer to Matthew.continue reading …