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I take in his bushy eyebrows, long hair that falls to his shoulders, and I can’t believe that I once found Clay hot He’s wearing a leather jacket even though the weather is too war on ht the temptation to cross my hands across my chest to protect myself from his stare He frowns as he takes in hetti tops He insisted I cover up even when I wasn’t going to leave the house

I can’t tell you how liberating it has been to stay indown enuine one He shifts his weight from one foot to the other

“I just came by to check on you,” he says, and I stare at him in amazement

“We’re divorced, Clay You don’t get to check onhis voice

He adopts a hurt look I don’t care I just want hione

“Where’s Terry?” I ask him

“I’m done with Terry” A crease fores I sent you You didn’t read them, did you?” He narrows his eyes

“You’re right; I didn’t” My phone has been flashing witha peek

“I can’t fucking stand it there,” Clay says “I want to coive you a ”

His words are like a sword to my chest, and for a second, I can’t speak “That’s why you left, remember? You wanted children”

He had thrown it at me as he’d packed his clothes He wanted a real woive him a family Never mind that we had never discussed children

I had known there was so the matter with me In all the years that Clay and I had been married, I had never used contraceptives Somewhere in the back of nancy, but when that didn’t happen, I let it go We were happy and didn’t need children to coht Then Clay dropped the bo

“How’s your painting going?” he asks with a smile that does not reach his eyes