‘HOMELESS AND HUNGRY’: THE SIGN HELD BY A HOMELESS WOMAN I TOOK IN, ONLY TO BE KICKED OUT OF MY OWN HOME THE SAME DAY

“Finally awake?”

His voice was clipped, without warmth. I pushed myself up slowly.

“I didn’t sleep well.”

“Maybe if you didn’t lie around all day, you’d be tired enough to sleep.”

I swallowed hard, pressing a hand against my belly.

When I married Carter, I thought he was the perfect partner. Intelligent, charismatic, reliable. But his tone had grown colder over the years, his patience thinner.

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