eight-year-old son and her job at a medical-supply company.
I was forced to see her as a real person instead of a faceless villain.
Then Daniel touched the back of her chair as he sat down.
The gesture was automatic.
Comfortable.
Far too familiar.
After dessert, Margaret asked how long Vanessa and Daniel had been “close again.”
Vanessa answered before Daniel could stop her.
They had reconnected through a high-school Facebook group earlier that year.
Margaret asked when they first met in person.
Vanessa said:
“June.”
June was the month
