her ear.
Eric said something I couldn’t make out.
Then Tessa’s voice came again.
“You said the house was yours. You said she had money. You said the baby didn’t need anything.”
Barbara pulled the phone away from her ear.
“I think he’s having a difficult evening,” she said.
For the first time in weeks, I smiled.
One evening, Barbara visited while Chloe
slept beside us.
Not because Tessa was suffering.
Because Eric’s stories had finally started colliding with each other.
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