Elizabeth
I walk through the gate of my ex-husband's house, and before I even get to the porch, a pregnant Emma saunters toward me, her smile as bright as the sun.
“Elizabeth,” she greets, her arms outstretched. “It's a pleasure to have you here.”
I accept her hug and put on my best smile. “The pleasure is mine.”
“Come, let me show you to the backyard,” she says, walking ahead of me through the house and out back, me trying to match her slow pace the entire time.
A few guests have arrived, most of them Mia's friends and their plus ones.
I find a seat and look around at the pink-themed decor. It's quite impressive for a teen birthday party.
“You actually came,” Michael says, taking the empty seat next to me.
“As you can see,” I say. “Thanks for the invite.”
He shrugs. “You should
