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the contact list; only letters, from A to Z. There were more than fifty contacts, so there were also an AA, BB, and so on. Mia didn’t even consider dialing any of the numbers. She still couldn’t believe any of this, but she required no more confirmation.
    She sat on the toilet for another minute, still more upset than angry. She wondered if there should be any repercussions. Eric’s wife, or whatever she was, was on her way, but Mia thought maybe she should pay him back, too. They only dated a short while, but she really liked him. It was much too soon to believe he might be the one , but when you’re single with two kids, you’re always looking for the one . Mia didn’t need a man financially, but she didn’t need her feelings kicked around, either.
    She knew her girlfriends would tell her men are dogs and this type of thing is to be expected, but Mia wasn’t a man-basher like the rest of her clique. She knew she would one day meet one who wasn’t full of shit. It would have been nice if Eric was that one, but he really didn’t need to be. He just needed to be honest. He needed to stop hurting women.
    She dropped the phone between her legs and it slid into the toilet water with no splash. That felt good, but Mia knew she wouldn’t feel significantly better until she got home, with her family.
    She crept back into the bedroom and dressed in darkness, watching him sleep. Eric snored lightly, but it wasn’t offensive. It wasn’t something she couldn’t get used to if they lived together.
    The hell? Damn, girl . Mia gritted her teeth and forced the thoughts from her mind. It was over. She knew it was, but there was a part of her that still wanted him; wanted to know if this Shareefa lady really was Eric’s wife, and if so, maybe he could explain how they were divorced but she won’t let it go.
    But the kids? The phone?
    Mia slipped into her heels and crept quietly from the room. Before leaving, she checked the pictures hanging in the living room above the mantle. The largest one was of three beautiful children. A girl and two boys smiled back at her. She knew she probably shouldn’t risk turning on a light, but her curiosity got the best of her.
    With the lamps shining brightly, Mia wondered how she missed the resemblance before. It was possible for an uncle to have som e similarities, but the oldest boy was Eric’s spitting image. Even the girl’s eyes and nose were like transparencies of her father’s.
    All doubt gone, the anger finally rose in Mia. She wanted to throw the picture frame into the glass coffee table. She wanted to take it to the bedroom and smash Eric’s face with it. At least she could get a knife from the kitchen and slash his tires on the way out, but there was no need for that. Mia was thirty-two years old. She wore slacks and skirt suits to work.
    That pretty Beamer sitting on flats was a delicious image, but Mia knew she wouldn’t do it. She had two kids. She was a professional woman, and professional women did not slash tires when they were scorned.
    Mia held her head high and left, like a lady. She even closed his front door behind herself on the way out. Taking the high road never felt so bad, but she had only to think about her children to know she was doing the right thing. Anything she couldn’t do in front of them was probably not a good idea.
    The high road came to an abrupt end when Mia tripped on one of the many bricks lining Eric’s driveway.
    “ Dammit !” she hissed, and bent to rub her offended foot. The toe was fine, but her new shoes had a fresh scuff. Why is all this happening to me , she wondered, looking around for whatever she tripped on. There were hundreds of bricks planted in his sidewalk and driveway, and only one of them was loose, and Mia just happened to run into that one.
    From a crouched position, she wiggled the block free from the ground. It was an Acme brick. Mia looked up and Eric’s beamer seemed to grin at her.
    “This has got to be a sign