The Birthday Party Where My Mother’s Perfect Image Cracked

table.”

Later, he apologized. “Work’s been insane. I shouldn’t have snapped. You just… overthink sometimes.”

He kissed my forehead, and the argument dissolved like sugar in hot water.

Little moments like that added up.

“I don’t like that friend. She’s a bad influence.”

“I don’t think you should post that picture. It makes you look needy.”

“I just want to continue reading …