After a brutal night shift, I found out my parents had planned a weekend at my lake house with 20 guests, without asking me.

” she said.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know who taught you to be this hard.”

I unlocked my car.

“You did.”

She flinched as if I had slapped her.

I did not stay to comfort her.

On the drive home, rain tapped against the windshield. I thought about the lake house waiting in the dark, locked and quiet. I thought about the woman I had been, exhausted in scrubs, reading continue reading …