Where did you get that ring

the times we let things go because it was easier. Because you cried louder. Because Claire forgave faster.”

My mother began to cry silently.

My father looked at me.

“I’m sorry.”

Two words.

Late.

Small.

But real enough to hurt.

I blinked quickly.

He continued, “I should have protected you better. From your sister. From us.”

Vivian stood.

“Oh my God. This is pathetic.continue reading …