At Dinner, My Family Said They Were Done With Me—Then A Woman In A Navy Blazer Entered Looking Only For Me

know. And I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but I need you to know that I understand what I did was wrong. What we all did was wrong.”

“How are Mom and Dad?” I asked, not because I cared deeply, but because I was curious.

“Adjusting,” Tracy said with a bitter smile. “Dad hates his job. Mom hates the apartment. They both hate that they can’t continue reading …