Over the next few days, Serena didn't show up even once. Half a month later, I handled the discharge procedures myself.
On the way, I went to the nursing home to sign Father up.
When I pushed open the front door with a pale face, I saw Kyle bare-chested, moving back and forth under Serena.
When he saw me, he covered his chest and let out a startled cry.
Serena immediately turned to look at me, her eyes ice-cold.
"You're back and you didn't even give us a heads up. What if you scared him and the baby!"
"Oh, right—the doctor said I'm about to go into labor and need to rest, so I just brought him home to stay here."
As if afraid I wouldn't agree, she added:
"Don't worry about your father. There are people with him around the clock. Actually, your father is the only reason I came back this time."
So I forced down the nausea in my heart and kept my voice steady.
"Got it."
I headed straight upstairs.
But when I pushed the door open, I found my belongings piled in a mess by the doorway. The sheets in the master bedroom had been changed to the lace style I hated most. Even the huge wedding photo on the wall was gone—lying in the trash can now, replaced by Serena's maternity photos.