Husband Leaves Pregnant Wife for Influencer Until Parents Deliver Wedding Photo Gift
Margot dropped her head, her dark hair falling over her face so the neighbor could not see her eyes.
“We need to finish loading the truck, Mrs. Gable,” I said.
I turned my back to her and walked inside the empty house, the bare wooden floorboards echoing with every step I took.
We sat in the corner booth of the highway diner at four o’clock, the smell of grease and burnt coffee heavy in the air. A single plate of French fries sat between us, the grease soaking through the thin paper liner.
Margot was staring at a local rental paper she had taken from the wire rack by the cash register. Her thumb was dark with newsprint ink.
“Most of these want a two-month deposit, Mom,” she said, not looking up from the page.
“Your grandfather gave us some cash for the transition,” I said, though I knew the three thousand five hundred dollars would not last past December.
“Here is one on Route Nine,” she said.
