The Friend Who Planned a Baby to Keep Me
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Naomi was the first person I called when I found the second phone.
It was taped under the lip of Daniel's desk drawer, a cheap thing with one number saved in it, and I sat on the office floor with it buzzing in my palm like a trapped insect. I called Naomi before I even called my husband. That was how it had always been. Twenty-two years of friendship will do that to you. She came over within the hour, brought wine and tissues, sat on my kitchen tile with me until two in the morning while I shook apart.
"Whoever she is," Naomi said, smoothing my hair back, "she's not worth what you've built.
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