The Baby He Rejected

Summary

The call came from a cop.

My husband, he told me, had been caught in a vice raid.

I was numb.

But it wasn't until I got to the precinct, until I saw the face of the woman sobbing in Ethan’s arms—a face contorted into a mask of perfect, pear-blossom sorrow—that the numbness curdled into something else.

A profound, weary sense of pointlessness.

I walked right up to him. Ethan instinctively shielded the woman, his mouth already forming an explanation.

I slapped him. Hard.

“Ethan,” I said, my voice dangerously quiet.

“You’re disgusting.”