I Drove Two Hours To My Lake House Expecting Silence Until I Opened The Door And Everything Changed

came within minutes. My mother, a long paragraph about how hurt she was. My father, shorter, saying I was overreacting. Jacob, furious, accusing me of ruining his plans out of jealousy. I muted the group chat, set my phone face down, and spent the rest of the afternoon gathering every piece of documentation I had into organized folders for Gregory.continue reading …