Chapter 54

• I’d spent all night wallowing in self-pity, feeling sorry for myself. I’d needed to lick my emotional wounds for a moment, even going so far as to get a pizza from the Italian restaurant and eat it on the front steps of the annexe, staring at the overgrown garden.
• I’d needed it.
• I’d just found out that the only man I’d ever loved—perhaps still did love, to an extent—was about to father a baby with a woman who’d hated me on sight.