I am expecting three children from a married man.
Her words hit me like a punch, leaving me frozen in my seat at the café. I couldn’t look away from little Marcella’s wide brown eyes—so much like his—and something twisted deep in my gut. Across the table, his wife, Dalia, sat perfectly still. Not crying. Not yelling. Just calm and pale, her hands folded…
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