pregnant, and crying on my porch. I had every reason to close the door because of you. But she wasn’t you. So I opened it.”
“You should have called me.”
“She begged me not to.”
“And you listened?”
“Yes,” Natalie said. “Because someone needed to.”
Then Mitchell appeared behind her with a baby bottle in his hand.
For eleven months, I had turned him into a villain.
But he only looked tired.
“I asked her to call you,” he said.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because I married Livia. I don’t
