CHAPTER 21

“Jesus, Chloe. Let me push her back. You said yourself it was hard for you.”

I took a deep breath and let go of the stroller, letting him take control. I wouldn’t argue in front of Milka. I’ll save it for later instead.

Because there was bound to be a later, and if not, there’ll be a sooner. Either one worked for me.

I trudged along behind him, and I was secretly thankful he pushed her. It was hard work before, and now it was getting dark. . . . And, yeah. I hated the dark.

After several minutes we ended up at my yard and I dug for my key. I let us in through the back and Conor unstrapped Milka.

“Can I put her to bed?” he asked.

“I’ll get her some pajamas.” I turned and went upstairs to her room, checking she had everything in there. Double-checking. Triple-checking. Wishing I could take the CD out of the player because now it seemed so damn stupid.

Hey, I kept your baby from you, but it’s totally okay because you still sing her to sleep every night.

I banged my head against the wall