I don’t want Ivarsen around Rika’s mother. But I’m not entirely sure it’s because I don’t trust her. Maybe I want to punish her. Maybe I’m jealous that he gets to have what I didn’t. I stare down at the sandwich I can no longer eat, my stomach churning and the hint of bile in my throat. If I want Rika, and I want my kids to have her, there’s no getting around Christiane. I don’t want to have to explain to them why they can’t see her or why they can’t come here. Fucking fine.
