Cursed Baby Bottle
The hatred that surged in me at that memory was relentless, uncontainable.
"Carrie? Carrie?"
Jess's voice snapped me back to the present. I stared at her, dazed, realizing she was pointing awkwardly at the bottle in my hand.
"Carrie, Nicholas's already finished the milk," she said with a small laugh. "I've been calling you for a while. What were you thinking about?"
I forced a smile, clutching the bottle tighter. "Oh, nothing," I replied.
Later that evening, after Jess left, my husband followed shortly after. "I'll walk Jess home," he said casually.
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