When she left me, I felt myself deflate. This past week had given me so much hope. It made me think I might just get the family I wanted. Fat chance of that happening now. I was more likely to shoot him now.
I threw the duffle bag out of my window, not even caring that I had shoved his laptop in that bag. It landed in the snow with a solid, satisfying thud. I took the bedding off of my bed then shoved that out the window too, even the pillows followed out the window.
When Nikki came into my room holding another bag, I was sitting on my bare mattress feeling my babies move.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I slowly looked at her and nodded. "Yeah. Everything was going great. We were getting along. We weren't fighting. I was even getting used to him sleeping next to me." I wiped away
