Alexa

The mention of Nana's name made my world crumble. Had she come to rub it in my face that she was now getting wedded to my husband?

Or to tell me how my husband was with her last night—how their screams and moans filled the air?

Or maybe this was just a display of her new, glowing purple mate mark, tilting her head to the side so I could see it.

Hers would be stark and fresh against her skin.

While mine was fading, and stuck to me like a birthmark.

But one thing didn’t add ...