Mom Called Me Damaged at My Sister’s Baby Shower

few women nearby pretended not to listen. Mrs. Higgins, my mother’s favorite neighborhood gossip, lifted her champagne glass and angled her body closer.

I kept my face calm.

“I’m happy for Chloe.”

“Oh, darling.” My mother touched my sleeve with false tenderness. “You don’t have to perform strength here. We all know what happened.”

What happened.

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