“Thank you,” she said, taking the napkins.
I bent down to gather the papers she’d dropped and handed them back to her.
“For hours,” Jill muttered, her voice thin. “I’ve been sitting here for hours. Sometimes, it’s the only place I can think.
Your child is beautiful.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent.
“Wyatt married again,” she blurted out, her voice dripping with bitterness. “It didn’t last, of course. He married her after only three months, thought she was the perfect trophy wife.
But she was just as cunning as he was. Took him for everything.”
Her shoulders shook as she cried again.
“He lost a fortune in the divorce. And now?
There’s nothing left. He came crawling back to me. I’ve spent every penny trying to keep him afloat.”
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
Despite everything Jill had put me through, I meant it.
We talked a little more, about Ethan, about life, before Jill gathered her things and stood.
“You could have given me a grandson after all.
He’s lovely,” she said. “Goodbye, Emilia.”
I watched her walk away, her back hunched against the cold.
A few minutes later, Daniel jogged up to me, his cheeks flushed. He leaned down, kissed me, and scooped Ethan out of the stroller, making him laugh.
“Ready to head home?” he asked.
“Yeah, always,” I said, smiling as I slipped my arm through his.
Together, we strolled away, leaving the past where it belonged.
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