The Birthday Party Where My Mother’s Perfect Image Cracked

Sophie called from the table, “Mommy, look!”

“It’s beautiful, baby,” I said. My voice sounded far away.

My hand moved on its own, tapping the Messages app.

Dozens—hundreds—of messages.

Last night was amazing.

You’re so much more fun than the wife.

I wish I could wake up next to you every day instead of listening to her nag.

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