I Heard My Newborn Warn Me of Him
The day I give birth, I hear my newborn daughter, Kayla Green's voice. "Mommy, Daddy is going to see Ms. Knightley today."
Christian Green is standing beside my hospital bed when his phone lights up. A new text message flashes across the screen. The sender's name is Summer Knightley.
His thumb hovers over her name for several long seconds before he quietly turns the phone over, hiding the screen from view. "Mari, something urgent came up at the office. I have to go."
"He's lying."
Kayla's voice doesn't come from the tiny bundle in my arms, but it echoes directly inside my mind.
"It's not work, Mommy. He's going to see Ms. Knightley. Her flight lands in two hours. Next month, he'll start