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I grabbed my purse.

Avery stood.

“Sam, please.”

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

She stopped immediately.

That shit physically hurt.

This was crazy.

This couldn’t be real.

“Both of y’all.”

Nobody answered.

“Both of y’all were fucking my husband.”

Something I didn’t even know why I was thinking about.

Thanksgiving.

Xay staring at Avery and Keith.

Heather watching him.

Those babies.

My mother and those fucking pictures.

I looked at Avery.

She must’ve seen something change in my face because she immediately started shaking her head.

“Sam—”

“Who is Carter’s father?”

She started crying.

“Don’t fucking cry. WHO IS CARTER’S FATHER?”

“Xay.”

I stumbled back.

Actually stumbled.

Heather stood up.

“Don’t touch me!”

She stopped.

I stared at Avery.