The Mother They Erased

f Cassandra, now echoed in my m

, Amy. Her inability to have

uch sympathy. Now, I

ment, every touch,

s all

Ethan had once called a "charming coi

sen me; he' d

miled when Ethan touc

alked about "our"

I was a prisoner in m

e than ever, his concer

, Amy. Dr. Chen say

s, monitored my activity,

s con

ching him, re

, always taken

up when Cassandra's

ile he was shower

ghtstand. My hands trem

ssandra' s birthday

undreds

teps today. Cassy sent a vide

erfect boy, E. Olivia w

ily. No

a beautiful, laughing ba

n Hayes, Cassandra' s tech billio

l, living a life I wa

lt on my s

' s public social media

rated fantasy of

his face artfully blurred fo

t her joy, he

through me. Her hap

now. I was the secret

er, the artist from Clevel