My Mother Said I Only Care About Myself Until I Canceled Everything I Was Paying

The print of Myrtle Beach above the fireplace. The coaster with the ring I had always suspected was my father’s.

“I know,” I said.

I left.

I walked to my car in the pale afternoon light. It was colder now than it had been in October, the bare trees and the pale sky and the smell of someone’s fireplace somewhere on the street. I drove home. I cooked dinner.continue reading …