Next time, if there is a next time… I’ll choose better.
I’ll choose someone who doesn’t need therapy but isn’t too proud to get it. Someone who doesn’t think talking about feelings is weakness. Someone who would never, ever make my children cry.
And if that someone tries to hurt us?
Well, karma and I make a pretty good team.
Sometimes the universe has a wicked sense of humor. The bad guys get exactly what they deserve, delivered by tiny creatures with six to eight legs and perfect timing!
Emily, who had taken to reading the letters with me. She picked up a bright yellow envelope and grinned. “This one’s from California, Mom. A single dad…
in my contact list. You are a sunk cost, Elena. He’d said it two years earlier during yet another lecture about my “small thinking.” It had landed…
into bed. I knew this moment would come, and now that it was here, I didn’t know what to say. I sighed, stroking his hair gently. “Dad…
circular drive curved around a fountain that had never once been turned off, not even during the drought years. Manicured hedges lined the path, trimmed into obedient…
