“Sandy, I’m sorry.”
“I ought to divorce your sorry a*s. Do you have any idea how humiliated I am?”
“Sandy, please. I love you.”
“You’ve done a pretty poor job of showing it.”
Annemarie dragged Gabe and Cody out of earshot. She’d heard enough. She didn’t want to feel sorry for the woman who had made her cry and question her own worth, and she certainly didn’t want to pity the man who’d gotten her pregnant and then refused to accept responsibility for his son. When they were safely several aisles away and out of sight, she stopped, doubling over as the adrenaline abated.
It was almost a minute before she was able to straighten.
Someone touched her shoulder, and she jerked around. A woman she guessed was around forty smiled reassuringly.
“I’m sorry for eavesdropping,” the woman said, “
