After My Father’s

asked if I was all right.

I almost gave my usual answer.

No.

But honest.

Instead, I said, “I’m learning that betrayal is rarely sudden for the person doing it.”

Nora nodded.

“For them, it’s a staircase.”

“And for us?”

“A floor disappearing.”

That night, I slept in my father’s house.

Not my marital home.

Dad’s old ranch house on Briar Lane.

It had been sitting continue reading …