The Last Mrs. Parrish

e. Before I knew what a monster looks like up close.
I met Jackson when I was twenty-six.

“She doesn’t appreciate you, Jackson. She told me she cringes when you touch her.

She took his hand and put it on her belly. “Your baby is in here.”
His mouth dropped open. “You’re pregnant? With a boy?”
She nodded. “Yes. I couldn’t believe it myself. I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure. There’s something else in there.”
He rooted around and found the sonogram picture.
“That’s our son.” Her smile was victorious.
“A boy? Are you sure?”

Tonight was the night. Amber was now ten weeks pregnant and couldn’t hide it much longer. J

especially now that she’d missed two periods.

She didn’t want her own place. She wanted Daphne’s place

Amber looked up and counted fifteen shoe boxes with names she had only dreamed about. E

We’re taking a little trip.”

ing’s okay.”
Amber wiggled back into his arms. “I’ll miss you so much.”
He dropped his arms and walked to the office door. Amber was already unzipping her skirt as she heard the lock click.

they made love with urgency, and when they were finished, Jackson pulled her to the bed to sit beside him.