part 2 The man who spent eleven years blaming me for our childlessness threw me out of our home9-008v

“Three,” he repeated.

“Yes.”

“They’re mine?”

I closed my eyes briefly.

“They were conceived before our divorce.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“No,” I said. “It isn’t.”

His voice hardened. “Mariana.”

“You can speak to my attorney.”

“I’m asking you a simple question.”

“There are no simple questions left between us, Ryan.”

He swore under his breath, not loudly, but continue reading …