Chapter Thirty
Cammi
A few days later
I stared at my phone, rereading Elias’s text for maybe the one-hundredth time. I didn’t like admitting it to myself, but a teeny-tiny corner of my brain had been afraid there was some kind of a surprise waiting for me. There was no surprise. He wasn’t the father. He’d told me he wasn’t, but I’d still worried. I hated that I’d been so f****d up in my head about it.
I tapped out of that text and opened another, this one from Joel’s soon to be ex-wife.
Hey, Cammi. I got your number from Joel’s phone. He has no idea I’m texting you, and frankly I don’t care if he finds out. I just wanted your number. I wanted you to know I officially filed for divorce, and I’m moving out of state with the kids. I also wanted to apologize once again. No matter what, re
