Where did you get that ring

”

That word almost made me smile.

Spiteful.

All my life, Vivian could wound and I was expected to understand. Vivian could demand and I was expected to help. Vivian could take and I was expected to be grateful she had included me at all.

But the moment I refused to bleed quietly, I became spiteful.

“I’m leaving,” I said.

My mother’s voice dropped into a continue reading …