The doctor trying to save my life in the delivery room was my ex-husband—the same man who left me pregnant in the rain. What I told him made him stumble back.

I wanted to say the loan officer who had accepted that house as collateral without my signature was about to have a very bad morning.

But rage is expensive when the truth is already paid for.

So I buttoned my coat.

“I packed nothing that didn’t belong to me,” I said.

My mother’s face tightened.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

I looked at Camille once.

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