show up for him, why do you expect to benefit from his life’s work?”
“This is cruel,” she said, anger sharpening her voice.
“No,” I said softly. “Cruelty is what you did. This is consequences.”
She hung up.
I set the phone down and returned to folding laundry, the simple rhythm of matching socks strangely soothing. It was ordinary, and ordinary felt like continue reading …
