Chapter 3 - Samantha Demands Explanations In The Dark Living Room
She spun around frantically to find me kneeling on the kitchen floor amidst scattered credit-card statements.
“Where is Claire? Where is the baby? What is going on in this house?” Samantha demanded sharply.
Her initial excitement vanished, replaced by a sudden, cold realization that she had walked into a trap.
I looked up slowly from the manila envelope, my face pale and drained of all color.
“She’s gone, Samantha; she took everything and left me these divorce papers,” I muttered numbly.
Samantha crossed her arms tightly over her chest, stepping back as if contamination radiated from my hands.
“Gone? What do you mean she’s gone? You said she was clueless about us!” Samantha shrieked in disbelief.
“I thought she was; I thought she was too exhausted with the baby to notice anything,” I whispered.
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The reality of my absolute destruction crashed down on me with the force of a freight train.
Samantha’s expression hardened from shock into pure, unadulterated disgust as she looked down at me.
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