I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

You paid half of it, didn’t you.”

Not a question.

I nodded.

“The trip to Nashville when I turned twenty-one.”

I nodded again.

“The security deposit on my first apartment?”

I looked at her.

She pressed her lips together. “Wow.”

Ugly word for an ugly moment.

But accurate.

After they came to get an answer

Sunday afternoon, both my parents showed up together.

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