“Oh my God, so it was bad?” Teagan cried.
Looking completely guilty, Lucy covered her face with both hands and admitted, “So bad. And I feel absolutely heartless for even admitting that and for not being torn up about his death, even though I probably helped speed it along.”
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.” Haven pulled her into a big hug. “But you didn’t kill him. We swear.”
Lucy started crying then. “And what am I supposed to tell this kid whenever it asks about its dad someday? All I know was that he never turned work assignments in on time, he thought fart jokes were hilarious, he always threw the bottom bun away whenever he ate a hamburger, and he liked to chase women, like indiscriminately sleep with anyone willing to have him. And that’s it. But who could tell a child that?”
“My turn,”
