Mom Called Me Damaged at My Sister’s Baby Shower

Alexander asked.

“No.”

“Not the timing?”

“No.”

“Chloe?”

I looked into my glass.

“That part hurts.”

“She seemed shocked.”

“She believed the story she was given.”

“Do you want to let her back in?”

“I don’t know.”

He nodded.

Alexander never pushed me toward forgiveness. That was one of the ways he loved me best.

My phone began buzzing the next morning before seven.continue reading …