I deleted it.
I looked at Ivy in my arms. Lila kicked beneath the activity mat.
The word deserve sat heavily in my chest.
Brandon believed he deserved quiet, sleep, and four days away.
Apparently, I deserved whatever was left.
I took a screenshot.
I looked at Ivy in my arms.
My phone rang a few minutes later. It was my sister, Summer.
“Did you see his post, Amy?”
“I saw it.”
“Where is he?”
“Fishing.”
“With you and the girls?”
“I saw it.”
“No.”
Lila started crying.
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Summer went quiet.
“Amy, are you alone?”
“It’s fine.”
“Amy, are you alone?”
“That’s not what I asked.”
I shifted Ivy higher against my shoulder.
“Yes.”
“I’m coming over.”
“You don’t have to, Sum. We’ll be fine.”
“I’m coming over.”
“I know.”
She arrived with groceries 30 minutes later and stopped just inside the kitchen.
Her eyes moved from my stained shirt to the feeding times written across an old envelope.
“Have you eaten?”
“Half a granola bar.”
