When I arrived at the Williams', her guard came up to salute Martin and to give a briefing. I exhaled sharply; I didn't know how I would be received. I didn't know what I was walking into, but everyone's story except Gwen's had one constant: I loved Nita.
The door was slightly ajar when I got to the porch, and I heard familiar voices laughing and giggling.
I stepped inside, and for some reason, I felt something: jealousy.
Victor.
Sitting across from Nita, a frozen laughter on his face as he sipped his tea like he belonged there with her—the mother of my child. My wife. Nita looked back to find me; her own laughter instantly died, like she wasn't happy to see me or something.
Her hand rested on her baby bump in a protective manner. Victor set his cup down slowly and got up.
"Mr. Numero, welcome."
"We can drop the formalities seeing as you have quite the friendship here with my wife."
