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Chapter 23

times I’d attempted to tell Bryant about my pregnancy, and each time I got the cold

it just wasn’t meant to

to tell him, which would make our divorce

none in a city as vast as RiverCity. He might go his

my thoughts, Christine agreed, “No kid wants a deadbeat dad.

fixed after that nasty crash. It’ll take about a week. I’ll go with Until then, just hit me up

pick it u go, and your driver,

time. “You’ll hover around me all day, not working? Don’t worry. I’ve got another

he never skimped on the material things like a house, a

for a couple more days, and here you are, talking about driving. In your dreams,” Christine playfully scolded, stopping herself just

it back. “I was thinking we could visit the cemetery, but with the

good.” I

wouldn’t be my home anymore. Someone else would live there, erasing every trace of me. Soon enough, Bryant would probably forget

o dead. Charging it, I saw many missed calls. They were all from Bryant. It was the first

photo from an unknown number, the same one

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