inside me went numb.
A few months.
Months in which I had sat beside Valerie at hospital appointments.
Months in which Zion texted me asking how his mother was doing while apparently spending his time with Nadia.
Months in which my sister called and asked whether I needed help.
And now she was standing in my living room talking about finding true love.
“You smiled at me,” I said to Nadia. “You called me. You acted like my sister while sleeping with my husband.”
She started crying.
Then I looked