I expected fury.
I almost wanted fury.
Instead, there was something in her expression I couldn’t understand.
Pity.
As if I were the one standing beside the road with nothing.
She bent down, picked up her bag of cans, and began walking away.
She left the fifty in the dirt.
I reached for my door.
Serena caught my arm.
“Grant.”
I looked at her hand.
“What?”
“You’re not seriously going after her.”
“Those babies…”
She squeezed my sleeve.
“Could belong to anyone.”
I looked through the rearview mirror.
Laura was getting smaller in the distance.
One tiny head rested against her chest.
And suddenly a thought entered my mind that I had spent eleven months making sure I never had to consider.