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 watched him pull the blankets around them.

“Daddy?” Ethan murmured.

Nathan went slightly still every time they used the word, as though it remained too precious to handle casually.

“Yes, buddy?”

“Are you coming tomorrow?”

Nathan looked toward Emily.

She gave a small nod.

“Yes,” he said. “I’m coming tomorrow.”

Ethan smiled in his sleep.

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