At my daughter’s wedding, my son-in-law ordered me…

based on suspicions. And because you were afraid I wouldn’t believe you.

She said quietly. I nodded.

He was very good at making me look like the problem, making you doubt my judgment, my competency. Avery was quiet for a long time, processing everything she’d learned.

When she finally spoke, her voice was steady but distant. I need time.

I need to think continue reading …