“Okay,” I said, standing, determined. “Tomorrow we start the plan.”
To-do list:
Lose weight (or at least be able to sit without grunting)
Hire a nanny (or an exorcist)
Research how to legally reclaim your life if you're trapped in someone else's boobs
Buy a car
Buy clothes for the kids
Burn the clothes Catherine left me
Set Alec on fire (figuratively... probably)
And think of a way not to have s*x with the husband when he returns home.
I looked down at Jaya, who was now asleep in my arms. “We’ll make it. You, me, your sisters… and this goddamn stretch-marked destiny.”
*****
Dinner that night was the kind of chaos you could sell to reality TV. The kitchen table was practically bending from the weight of the food I'd brought home—burgers, fries, nuggets, fried chicken, mashed pot
