“Oh, well, look who it is!” A voice calls out. My head turns around, trying to see who is being loud in the store.
It takes a moment to find the source, which I realize is my own cousin.
Anger flares through my nostrils, and I feel my teeth start to clench as Melinda approaches.
It hasn’t been long since I’ve seen her, but she already looks different. Her short hair seems even shorter than usual, but her curvy form is perfectly outlined by her outfit.
I try to decipher her, essentially looking for the baby bump like only a month or so of pregnancy will show up.
“If it isn’t the b***h that stole my husband!” I deadpan, crossing my arms over my chest as if to hide my own belly.
As we stand facing one another in the grocery store, I feel the r
