Two hours after my ex-husband said “I do,” he walked into my hospital room with his bride still wearing her wedding dress.

lace.

Dominic stared at the baby.

Then he looked at me.

“Evelyn,” he said, breathless. “We need to talk.”

I looked past him to Celeste.

She looked less like a bride and more like a woman who had just discovered the floor beneath her was not real.

I adjusted the blanket around my daughter.

“No,” I said. “You need something signed.”

His face twitched.

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