Why Her Lawyer Went Pale In A Motel Parking Lot

replied. “I gave birth to him.”

“I’m his wife. The only one he chose.”

“You can’t stop me from mourning my own son.”

“Not mourning. Performing.”

She blinked.

“I will walk out right now and finish the service at a parking lot, at a kitchen table. But you will not sit here and pretend you didn’t try to erase him.”

For a second, no one moved. Then Joseline’s continue reading …