When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

there anything I can do?”

“Yes,” I said.

She looked hopeful.

“Leave my house. Leave my life. And never call yourself my friend again.”

Lydia stared at me for a long moment.

Then she nodded.

She walked to the door slowly, one hand on her stomach. Before leaving, she turned back as if she wanted to say something meaningful, something that would soften the continue reading …