“While Cleaning Like He Demanded, I Found Something Inside His Ficus That Made My Blood Run Cold”

said. “How terrified she was, how small she felt, how convinced she was that she couldn’t survive without someone else’s approval.”

“Do you miss her?”

I considered the question seriously. “I feel compassion for her. She was doing the best she could. But miss her? No. She was never really me—just a performance I gave for so long that I forgot it wasn’t continue reading …