Unmade By Love, Remade By Self
lowing, their laughter echoing from the driveway. I was i
he floor. "Honestly, Ethan, I get a dozen texts from
She didn't mention the cut o
her in, a smug grin on his face. He w
asual, "did you see my boxers? I
, a gesture of fond exasper
ning down the stairs. Her f
ed, launching her
y, swinging her aroun
was "Dad." I was the guy
school project. A few months ago, for Father's Day, I had planted an entire garden of them for her, her favorite fl
and held it out to Ryan.
er hair. "It's beautiful
er. Nicole watched them, a soft, genuine smile on her face
s a long-standing arrangement. The family trips I wasn't invited on. The "inside j
onvenient, controllable husband who kept the be
ulterated triumph. I didn't react. I didn't give him the satisfaction of
n any outburst would have. I could feel their eyes
. Their laughter faltered, replaced by a confused silence. For t
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