🌤 The Morning After
The trailer was too quiet.
Devon was still asleep in Briar’s bed — one arm draped loosely over the curve of her stomach like he belonged there.
That’s when the tires hit gravel outside.
Hard.
Fast.
Briar’s stomach dropped.
A car door slammed.
Another.
Then—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Not desperate like his.
Deliberate.
Briar didn’t wake him.
She didn’t need to.
She already knew.
When she opened the door, his wife stood there.
Perfect hair. Designer sunglasses. Polished nails gripping her phone like a weapon.
She didn’t look surprised.
She looked informed.
“I tracked him,” she said flatly, holding up her screen. “Life360. He’s not exactly subtle.”
Her eyes flicked past Briar’s shoulder into the trailer.
“So this is where he’s been.”
The word this landed heavy.
Briar stood taller.
“You don’t need to come inside,” she said calmly.
“I’m not here to chase him,” the wife replied. “I’m here to let you know I’m pregnant too.”
Silence.
The air shifted.
“He told you that?” the wife asked.
Briar didn’t answer.
“Didn’t think so.”
She adjusted her purse strap and looked around again, this time with open disdain.
“If this is the life he wants to live — in this nasty trailer — he can have it. I’m taking my two kids and I’m not begging a man who disrespects me like that.”
That word again.
Nasty.
Something in Briar hardened.
“Don’t disrespect my home,” she said evenly.
The wife blinked.
“Not everyone is handed a head start,” Briar continued. “Some of us didn’t grow up with mommy and daddy’s money. I fought for everything in here.”
The wife studied her then.
Really looked at her.
At the sports bra. At the grey lounge pants. At the full curve of her pregnant stomach.
“And you think he’s fighting for you?” she asked quietly.
Briar’s voice didn’t shake.
“I didn’t know he was married.”
The wife let out a short laugh that held no humor.
“They always say that.”
“I’m not ‘they.’”
Another pause.
Then the wife stepped closer — not threatening, but close enough that the message landed.
“Watch your back,” she said softly. “If he can cheat on me while I’m pregnant, he will cheat on you too.”
Her gaze dropped briefly to Briar’s belly.
“They don’t change. They just relocate.”
Then she turned.
Heels crunching against gravel.
Car door slamming.
Engine roaring.
Briar stood there long after the dust settled.
Behind her, Devon stirred awake.
And for the first time since 3:07 a.m., Briar didn’t feel hopeful.
She felt warned.
