I knew the second i saw a photo of Eva and Ian in the mall getting things for Christmas, nothing had changed. He’d said it in the hotel room, his voice raw from moaning out my name, his sperm still slick between my thighs. “I’m leaving her.” I’d believed him because I wanted to. I needed to.Because for one reckless weekend I let myself imagine a world where I wasn’t the dirty secret and Eva wasn’t the one who got to keep him.But the invitation came from Mom: Can’t wait to have all our babies under one roof for Thanksgiving! Ian and Eva are driving up Wednesday night. I almost didn’t go. I sat in my apartment with the half packed overnight bag and stared at the black dress still crumpled on the floor from the club, the one he’d peeled off me in the alley. I could still feel his teeth on my neck when I turned my head too fast.But Mom called three times. Dad sent a voice note that he missed his “little artist.” And I was always the good one, wasn’t I? The one who showed up with
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