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She didn’t know how long she had stood outside in the dim afternoon light. The snow was falling lightly. The trees were bare, and winter white was everywhere. The light from her home, Eric’s home, where her children were, shone through the living room window. She had noticed the dark-haired woman the first time she walked past the window, holding her baby, smiling and bouncing him slightly on her hip. She had a beautiful smile. Seeing her there in her house nearly brought Abby to her knees. She choked back her sobs and could feel her heart bleeding inside. Her stomach ached, her chest, her whole being. She couldn’t put into words, standing out in the cold, what it was like watching someone else, another woman, taking over her role, her life, slipping in as if she was no one. It hurt to
