Before I could step inside, the girl caught sight of my face. She instinctively buried her head against Nathan's neck.
A smile curled at her lips, taunting. "Nathan, if your wife showed up right now, would your heart still skip a beat?"
Nathan pinched her waist and pulled her onto his lap. "You and your jealousy over nothing. Even if Sarah Gilbert got down on her knees and begged, I wouldn't feel a thing."
My fingers tightened around the door handle.
I stepped back. The door creaked.
Nathan's head snapped toward the sound, and his eyes locked directly onto mine.
My vision blurred red. Tears fell, one by one, hitting the ground.
When he realized it was me, he went rigid. Rose to his feet like a man in a trance.
The girl tumbled off his lap onto the floor.
I pressed my hand over my mouth and ran.
I didn't know how long I ran. I ended up by the river, clutching my stomach, crouching down.
The pain. A twisting, wringing agony deep inside.
The color drained from my face. I doubled over and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Nathan came running up behind me and gently wrapped his arms around my body.
"Sarah, after ten years apart, your condition's gotten so much worse."