Burning Ninety-nine Love Letters

Every time my husband went to stay with his childhood sweetheart, I burned one of the love letters he once wrote me.

I had just burned the ninety-ninth one.

"Yara is terrified of the dark, and she can't be left alone right now. Besides, it's not like we can be intimate while you're pregnant. I'll be back tomorrow morning."

I calmly pulled out a medical report.

Sterling was in such a rush to get to her that he signed the bottom without even looking at the text. He tried to pacify me with a fa