My Mom Called Asking When I Was Coming Back for the Baby Until I Realized Mine Was Already With Me

courtroom door opened. Ethan was brought in wearing the same shirt from the motel parking lot. He looked less polished than I remembered. Less inevitable. His eyes found Tessa first, then Ava, then me, and his expression did something I had not expected.

Relief.

Actual relief, as if I were there to rescue him.

“Morgan,” he said, stepping toward me before continue reading …