Our Love Ends Where His Lies Begin
At the supermarket, a child slams into my pregnant belly. The pain is so intense that I collapse to the floor and cannot get back up.
I groan, "My phone... Call my husband..."
Only after giving the child a slap does the woman pick up my phone. Apologizing repeatedly, she searches my contacts for "Husband".
She calls several times, but no one answers.
"Don't panic. I'll have my husband come handle this," she says, taking out her own phone and calling her husband.
He answers after the very first ring.
"Honey, our son got into trouble again! Adjourn your meeting and get over here. He knocked into a pregnant woman!"
Ten minutes later, Shawn Leake, who is supposed to be working in another city, arrives at the scene.
The first thing he notices is the child's swollen cheek. A look of concern crosses his face as he frowns and searches the area.
He grumbles, "Was it really necessary to hit him? Who exactly did he run into—"
The moment our eyes meet, his voice cuts off abruptly.