I smiled on the day my husband finalized our divorce and married the woman he had been seeing behind my back while I was eight months pregnant.

Emily.

She had forgotten his real laugh.

Not the one he used in public.

The honest one.

For one dangerous second, the past came rushing back.

Then Elliot suddenly pointed.

“You have my eyes.”

Silence.

Nathan looked as if he had been struck in the chest.

Emily stepped in immediately.

“Okay boys, we need to go.”

Nathan stood fast.

“Please.”

One word.

Bare.

Desperate.continue reading …