I Let My Son Humiliate Me At Dinner For Half A Minute

the second it left my mouth because his face broke in a plain, young way that had nothing to do with suits or money or Olivia’s family.

“Mom.”

I shook my head.

“Don’t. Not if you’re just trying to stop the bleeding.”

He sat there with tears in his eyes and didn’t wipe them. Good. Let them stay.

“I did miss you,” he said. “I just… I kept telling myself we’d continue reading …