me because he was too weak to love me against their wishes.
I didn’t feel heartbreak. I felt disgust.
“Sign it,” Celeste said. “Save us the legal fees.”
“Do you even have a pen?” someone called out. “Or do you use a crayon?”
I picked up the envelope. I did not open it. I folded it in half, creased it with sharp, precise pressure, folded it again, and placed continue reading …