You support me financially. As the mother of your son,” she said, like she was proposing a merger. “I stay home.
You work. We go back to how things were supposed to be.”
I let out a short laugh. “You’re asking me to bankroll your life after you abandoned us?!
And you’re calling it a favor?”
She folded her arms. “I’m offering you stability.”
“No,” I said, keeping my voice low. “You’re blackmailing me.”
“Think about it,” she said.
I took a deep breath.
“What have you been doing for the last two years, Lucy?”
Her eyes narrowed. “That’s none of your business.”
“That’s my answer then.”
I turned and walked out. I left the cart, the cereal, and her standing there alone.
I didn’t bother looking back.
A week later, I ran into Catherine at the local coffeehouse.
Catherine had been one of Lucy’s college friends.
I barely recognized her at first, but she recognized me immediately. She looked startled when she saw me.
“Brian?” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Wow.
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