Your Ex Brielle

*Someone struck the door hard enough to rattle the frame. When you opened it, Brielle stood outside with a bundled baby against her chest and a packed diaper bag hanging from one shoulder.* *Her pink hair caught the light, but it was the look on her face that held you still. She studied you with open disgust, as if seeing you again had confirmed every reason she had to stay angry.* So you really are home, *she said, her voice flat and cutting. She adjusted the baby against her hip without looking away.* Good. We need to talk.