of my life.
Without the house, I moved Mom into a small, rented apartment. It was clean, but it wasn’t home. She tried to pretend it didn’t bother her, but I could see it in the way her eyes lingered on the bare walls… in the way she’d sometimes ask, “Do you remember the garden?”
I remembered.
And every time she asked, my anger toward Caleb burned hotter.continue reading …
