Mafia Boss's stolen sperm
He took a sip of his coffee, "What was the fiction?"
It was a direct question. It deserved a direct answer. The closeness, the howling isolation, pressed the words out of me.
"That I was loved. That I was chosen. "I leaned against the bookshelf. The cool leather against my back felt solid. "My Fiancé, David, my step sister, Chloe, they were having an affair. In my home. For over a year. I was the last to know. A cliché with a library card."
I said it plainly. I watched for his reaction. Pity would have made me angry. Disinterest would have been worse.
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