At My Mother’s Funeral, A Recognition That Rewrote My Love Story

so stressed with work. We didn’t want to add to your burden.”

“How considerate,” I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm that tasted bitter. “How thoughtful of you both to manage my feelings by fucking behind my back.”

James reached for my hand across the table, which I immediately pulled away as if his touch could contaminate me.

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