Lisa's voice was dripping with barely concealed pride and sweetness. "He told me once the baby's born, we're getting married. Then we'll be a real family."
Married?
My footsteps halted. A cold smile curled across my lips.
He hadn't even divorced me yet, and he was already promising someone else a wedding?
Just then, Lisa looked up and locked eyes with me without warning. The color drained from her face like water from a cracked glass.
She shot to her feet, her voice trembling. "Mrs. — Mrs. Dickerson…"
I walked over slowly, a warm, harmless smile on my face. "Lisa, isn't it? Pregnant? Congratulations."
She instinctively shielded her belly, her gaze darting away. "Thank you, ma'am…"
"The baby's father treats you well?" My tone was gentle, but my eyes cut straight through her.
"…Yes." She couldn't meet my gaze. Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Good." I gave a small nod, my tone light, but every word landed with weight. "A young woman should keep her eyes open and know her own worth. Don't let a scumbag fool you into giving everything up for nothing."
I stepped out of the building and drew a long breath.
Lisa Perry, you think hiding in the shadows means I can't touch you?