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and left after ten more minutes of flailing excuses and passive-aggressive jabs. I let him walk away. I let him think he’d gotten under my skin.
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and left after ten more minutes of flailing excuses and passive-aggressive jabs. I let him walk away. I let him think he’d gotten under my skin.
Because I knew exactly what he was going to do next.
That night, I waited in the shadows across the street, sitting in a rental car, wrapped in a hoodie that didn’t smell like home anymore. Grandma’s house sat continue reading …
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