Chapter 5

By the time I reached Claire’s apartment, Harrison had already called me eleven times.

I had not answered any of them.

The first message came only a few minutes after I left the house.

Rosie, where are you?

Then:

What is this?

A minute later:

Call me. Please.

I knew exactly what he was looking at.

The photograph of him holding Sabrina’s son.

My wedding ring.

The divorce papers.

And the ultrasound he had never known existed.

Claire opened the door before I knocked twice. Her eyes moved from my face to the suitcase beside me, and she stepped aside…