fifty dollars.”
“Oh my God.”
“Yeah.”
Rachel was quiet for a long time.
Then she whispered, “She did something to me too.”
The cafeteria noise faded.
“What?”
“When Milo was born,” Rachel said, referring to her son, now two. “I had postpartum depression. I told Mom I was scared to be alone. She came over and said she’d help. Then she told Evan I was unstable continue reading …
