I can barely meet Matthew’s gaze; rather I stare into my lap where I’m twisting my fingers around themselves as my mind runs through all the scenarios of how I imagined this conversation might go for the hundredth time since I came to this conclusion. If a gun were placed ...
Taking a careful look around the bedroom, I don’t immediately see anything that’s out of place. Beside me, Samantha is still sound asleep, curled up on her side and hugging her pillow to her chest. It’s a relief to see her actually getting some rest; the baby has decided nighttime is the best tim...