The Ex-Wife He Can't Get Over

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o tell him about our mother's death. He had been working abroad and booked the earliest

was half-tucked, half-untucked-a far cry from his usual neat appearance.

e had completely thrown him off balance. He walked quickly, h

was no relief, no co

k," I

n," he

like strangers making an acquaintance. No one would believe if I

. The moment we stepped outside, the cold air pressed against my skin,

on as we reached the car. "Wh

the car doors. He threw his s

ntinued, voice tight. "She was in good he

home. The thief stabbed her. Once in the lungs, once in

on the road. The weight of his stare pres

ing a hand through his hair

l tighter. "It hap

ave been ther

pick up my son from school, D

dying,

I shot back, my voice

le

ator, watching as the city light

And Dad? He's hopeless. He spent his whole life just following Mom's lead. Every decision he ev

temples. "I just

ared a bond I never had with her. But deep down, I mourned her death too. I hadn'

me much, but a mother is still a mother. We were a family, no matter how d

shed she had lived longer. No one sh

ur thoughts. Derek grieved sometimes, I wis

ne. The streets stretched endlessly ahe

ndle. I'll stay at Dad's for a

He's at the

this time. "I just hope he

him. "He will.

g anywhere lately?" h

at him bri

everything's still the same. How's.

before he could finish. It was enough

n drifted back to the turmoil inside me about my family. The constant pus

d me? I had been the forgotten one, the extra piece in a family th

cusations, the blame. How they turned their backs on

been the golden child, the one who could do no wrong. He never had to fight for thei

The funeral. The mourning. The forced condolences from people wh

ed in my mind, hea

would c

hadn't seen

she was c

had loved for ten y