He Asked for a Divorce at Dinner

get behind your eyelids when you’re mad enough.

“Tyler,” I said, “listen to me very carefully. None of this is your fault. Do you hear me?”

He sniffed. “Did you really pay my tuition?”

“Yes.”

“All of it?”

“Yes.”

He didn’t say anything for a while.

Then: “I found Mom’s laptop open.”

I pushed off the wall.

“What was on it?”

He took a shaky breath. “Messages. Between continue reading …