Derek sees the panic overtaking me and rests a hand on my shoulder to help calm me. “Esme, breathe, it’s okay.” I look at him like he suddenly grew two more heads. How can he possibly be telling me to remain calm at a time like this? I’m so screwed! “I can’t believe it! I can’t belie
My prayers go unanswered. As I stand in my apartment's bathroom, I stare down at the pregnancy test stick. The plus sign stares back at me. As if to taunt me that the things I’ve wanted were only achievable in this manner. “He walks away from our marriage because I can’t give birth.
Do I want to put a child through all of this? Spending the next several years fighting against Ryan over material things is one thing. But the life of a baby? This is all he’s wanted. Even before marriage, we’d talked about having kids and growing a family together. “I don’t care if
“Oh God, have you even gotten any sleep?” I blurt out shamefully to the tall man before me. Derek’s face is quite tired, but there’s something else being held back at the same time. Does he have something to tell me? Am I fired? Dammit, I hate this suspense. “I was just headi
He really is such an attractive man. “My best advice? Start preparing for a long battle. Be ready with the time, the energy, and the money. I know anxiety isn’t something you can cure with a snap of your fingers, but it can be tamed.” I turn my head sideways as if to question him.
My jaw falls open and I swear it refuses to return to its position. Why on earth is Derek my screensaver?! I widen my eyes and stare at my boss, incredulous. “Did you look through my phone, Derek?” At work, I’d opt to call him Mr. Anderson. But something about this has me stating his
“My girls really do like you,” he’s saying as he finishes looking through the pictures. “Oh?” I ask, feeling like a complete utter idiot as I try to find words to say to him. God, have I never spoken to another human being before? I’m starting to wonder just how bad my mood swings wi
My arms are positively full of groceries. I’m doing my best not to walk into any walls or drop anything as I go. But I’m trying to do this in one trip. I look around my pile so I can see where I am in relation to the front door, but that’s the one mistake I shouldn’t have made because severa
I decide to call Detective Mattison, even though it’s a Saturday. I haven’t heard anything still, and now I’m starting to grow more curious and annoyed. “Detective Mattison,” he greets. “Hi, detective, this is Esme Price, the woman who’s divorce and restraining order cases came across your desk
Bea’s party ends up being a nice time. I chat with multiple other adults at the event, mostly the coworkers, and meet the kids running around. The kids sing Happy Birthday to Bea, and she blows out the candles to her pink cake. The presents are also super cute, ranging from stuffed animals to chil
“Me, too.” I look back at Derek, then at his daughter again. “You know what? Your dad has your gift from me. You want to open it now so none of the other kids get jealous?” Bea’s face lights up, and she picks up on my silliness. “Can I, Daddy?” He hands back the bag. “Your birthday, baby. What
“Oh, like drugs,” I tease. “You caught me. Setting up for kid’s birthday party is like crack. I don’t let others watch me, and it gives me the same type of high.” I can’t stop myself from snorting a laugh out. “Didn’t realize how much I missed that.” I’m still smiling, though confused by wha
Bea’s birthday party is happening at the local park of the town. They’ve cornered off a gazebo, with multiple picnic tables under the roof of the area. Presents sit stacked on two of them, taller than any of the kids. Derek and Tris are at the table with the cake and snacks. “Miss Esme!” Tris cr
“This is Esme,” I speak robotically, getting ready for whatever I need to be doing. **** The end of the day finally comes, and I grab everything that I can bring home with me. I want to catch up with everything and put my feet up. Even in these flats, my swelling is still a problem. Not only t
Monday morning, I awake to texts and phone calls all from Ryan. I’d blocked his number, but each message comes from another phone, totaling four different possible burner phones. “Why?” I ask the ceiling as though it’ll answer me. Today I’ll be going back to the office. I’ve grown stir crazy in
This can’t be good for the baby. Next thing I know, I hear ringing in my head. My eyes are super weak, and it’s difficult to crack them open. Well then. I guess I was able sleep after all. It’s bright in the room, and I can tell it’s late morning already. My tired eyes look around, finding my ph
I fall to a thunk on the ground, my hip and butt taking the brunt from falling out of my bed. My eyes are still mostly closed, but I know what’s going on. The nightmares are here once again. I know the cold sweat and the feeling of being clammy. And it seems like it’s all falling back to one thing