Housewife Gone Wild

Melissa froze for a second, and then her eyes lit up. She clinked her glass against mine, tears still shimmering. “To new beginnings. And may everything go your way.”

I smiled from the bottom of my heart.

While we were eating, a waiter showed up with three fancy–looking dishes.

Melissa blinked. “I didn’t order these. Must be a mix–up?”

The waiter smiled, “Compliments of Mr. Holcomb. Your bill’s taken care of.”

Melissa’s head snapped to me. “Jared sent these?”

I took a bite. “Not bad. Let’s eat–no sense wasting good food.”

Melissa laughed awkwardly. “One of these probably costs more than my entire meal.”

send over dishes. Maybe he felt guilty and was trying to make up for things with cash? That was just like him–seeming thoughtful, but cold at

looked confused by my calm. She leaned in, her voice serious. “Yvonne was so cozy with that woman. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she’s her kid. Doesn’t that make

me hover over Yvonne like a helicopter parent,

get a paper cut.

I barely had enough breast milk. I’d call lactation experts every day, let them prod and poke until my skin was raw,

She thought having my “precious little girl” stolen by another woman would be like a knife to

understand right and wrong. Kids aren’t puppets I can control forever. Someday she’ll find her own path.

Victoria. You’re totally different now. If it weren’t for your face,

Melissa, we’ve known each other since high school, stuck together through

friend, and that’s not gonna change,

had already covered the bill. She looked at me and shrugged. “I was supposed to treat you, but your husband beat me to it. Next time, it’s on

smiled and

the question. Melissa