He opened the door.
“Maya, wait.”
“Get out.”
“Please.”
“Get out.”
“Just let me explain.”
I laughed.
“Explain what?”
He climbed halfway inside.
“Please.”
I stared at him.
“Explain how a misunderstanding married you?”
He flinched.
“Maya.”
“Explain how a misunderstanding is pregnant?”
“Maya.”
“Explain why your pregnant misunderstanding thinks you drive to Milwaukee every weekend because you’re her husband?”
He buried his face in his hands.
“It was a mistake.”
I actually smiled.
“A marriage?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Mason.”
“Listen to yourself.”
He looked up.
“I was drinking.”
I stared.
“What?”
“That night.”
“The first time.”
“I was drinking.”
I laughed.
“So alcohol forced you to keep seeing her?”
“No.”
“It got complicated.”
“How?”
“Her uncle helped my dad.”
My face tightened.
“What?”
“When Dad’s business went under.”
“He owed people.”
“Chloe’s uncle helped negotiate some of the debt.”
I said nothing.
