Chapter 7: The House With the Nursery

"You'll all see it Sunday," Killian said. "Wren comes home Friday." I nearly strangled him with his own tie. I got him alone in the corridor for exactly nine seconds. "There is no house," I hissed. "There's a rental with a crib in a box and my ex-husband's face in every frame in the hallway." "There's a house." "Killian—" "Friday," he said, and adjusted my robe at the shoulder like we'd been married eleven years. "Go and feed our daughter." On Friday they discharged me at ten. We drove...