The university office’s lights blinked off around me, plunging me into darkness. Anger rippled, the rage budding under my surface, hot and hungry. It was getting harder to control.
Needing a reminder of good things, of Cait’s measured, pleasant words, I opened her email with shaking fingertips. It had been a while since I’d taken a rightful look through her affairs. She tried to make a game out of it, but she had such a terrible choice in passwords. It barely took the evening to work out this one. I let a smile broach my lips at how she played me.
Then I scanned the list, and one email caught my eye.
I read it.
Again.
Again.
Oh, my sweet girl. She’d booked in for fertility treatment.
She meant for us to have a baby.
I tapped my nails on the desk. My fury eased a degree now I could recall my plans.
Once I’d shown her the truth, she’d be so happy. I’d make the best coparent for her children, and of course, she’d agree.
But first, we had to dance.
