The Home-Wrecker Was Her Lover

ne was still vivid. It was frail, the skin

hat was stealing her away. "Promise me. Promise me you'll take

throat tight with unshed tears. "I'l

tired curve of her lips

her apartment settled around me, I pulled out

sed away th

the screen, needing

me almost an

ow much you loved her. She was a

ant. There was no "I wish I could be there," no "Call me if you nee

ext arrived a

ue commissioners all week. It's a huge dea

he last two years, taking care of Grandma after her diagnosis. Chloe was in the US, building her empire, becomi

lways a convenient excuse. Her work was demanding, I knew that. I had always been her biggest s

, holding Chloe while she cried, managing her family, being the suppo

k handling her estate, my grief a constant, heavy weight. In that q

to

spontaneous. I wanted to just show up, to see the surprise and joy on her face, to hold her and never let go. I imagined knocking

seven years of dista