Unmade By Love, Remade By Self

e had changed. The whispers were louder now. Madisyn

ove to soccer practice, approached me cautiously. "Ethan, ar

hoto of a man, clearly not me, in a compromising pos

gotten black-out drunk at a party and exposed herself. I'd pulled off my own shirt to cover her, to protect her, and in the conf

. She strode over, her

one knows w

d Ethan would have been flustered, angry, d

ice calm and even. "The man in that pho

nds. They were

face went from smug to furious. She had expected a reaction, a fight, a breakd

. "I hate you!" she

icker of pity in her eye

r the first time, it felt t

elcome relief. But when I walked through the fron

on a rare good day when Madisyn, unprompted, had called me "Dad." In the photo, Nicole an

glass shattered. The photo itself lay on the expensive Persian rug,

new it. She had physically

p they' d left in the portrait wasn't an accident. It