in my chest. I stood by the graveside, surrounded by a few of his mother's old friends an
asn't
morning, his voice
," he'd said. "Sophia and I are going to check out a
it was just "that thing for his mom," an in
tree, I saw them. Liam and Sophia. He had his arm around her, and she was laughing, her head thrown back. They wer
sion a mixture of annoyance and concern. It was one of his moments. A brief, jarring crack in his carefully constructed real
ay, my stom
ained his student loan account. She was an opportunist, and she had seen Liam's illness not as a tragedy, but as a golden t
tically pushed me out. She played the part of the devoted girlfr
ung love, while the woman who gave him life was b
and accepted their sympathies, my face a polite, blank mask. All I could think about was the promise
lking towards me, a smug smile on her
her voice dripping
d at her, sa
t's funny. He doesn't even remember her. He asked me this morn
member you, either. Not really. Sometimes he thinks you're the housekeeper. He told
worked. A hot, sharp pain flared in my chest. It felt like
g with triumph. "He's mine now. The m
ife. And in that moment, something inside me just... gave up. The figh
avy and leaden. I got into my car, my hands shaking on the st
eyes. I walked into the house we had built together, the house that now
ngle text t
ne. I'm
ack up the last fragments of my life here, to disappear,
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