boys who liked me.
Lena crying fake tears whenever she got caught.
Lena learning very quickly that if she acted wounded enough, adults would always choose her side.
Even on my wedding day.
Derek stepped closer to me, lowering his voice.
“Don’t make a scene.”
I looked down at the babies.
Tiny.
Warm.
Sleeping peacefully through the destruction their parents carried into the room.
Then I looked back at my husband.
Technically, he had only been my husband for forty-two minutes.
“You brought them here,” I asked quietly, “to beg
