to stay because I’m incapable.”
I looked at my husband.
“I am asking the man I married to stand beside me while I do something difficult.”
Sylvia turned toward her son.
“Ethan.”
He finally looked at her.
Something was changing in his face.
Guilt.
Confusion.
Recognition.
The expression of someone discovering that a truth they had lived inside for decades might not actually be true.
“Mom.”
“Don’t let her speak to me like this.”
“Mom.”
“I drove forty minutes because you called me.”
“I know.”
He took a breath.
“I
