to give it to her. She laughed, sharp and bitter. Oh, so it’s about Mia now. Everything I do is about Mia. Then I hung up.
That evening, Marcus found me sitting at the kitchen table. Do you feel guilty, he asked finally. No, I said, I feel like I should, but I don’t. He nodded. I’ve always made excuses for them, I said. I think I thought they’d come continue reading …
