I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

that weren’t mine.

Then I hit send.

What “someday” had cost me

People act like one event changes everything.

Usually it doesn’t.

Usually it’s a pile.

Mine started when I was twelve and Madison was eight.

I’d been saving birthday money in a cookie tin for a school trip to Williamsburg. Ninety-three dollars. I remember because I’d counted it twice on the floor continue reading …