The house had become a theater of the absurd. Sarah moved through the rooms in a mock-maid outfit that was essentially a costume, dusting shelves that were already clean while Elliot followed her with his eyes like a starving man. I stayed in my own world, focused on the heavy, twin-weighted ache in my belly and the secret heat I shared with the two men who actually saw me.
The masquerade ended on a Tuesday afternoon. I was looking for Sarah to ask about some missing laundry when I heard a rhythmic thudding coming from the guest room. The door wasn't even fully closed. I pushed it open an inch, my heart surprisingly steady.
There they were. My fiancé and my best friend. Sarah was draped over the edge of the bed, her "uniform" hiked up to her waist, while Elliot groaned her name with a de
