I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

very quietly, “Did we really do that much?”

I could’ve answered a hundred ways.

Could’ve handed him the old cookie tin memory. The Williamsburg trip. The meds for Grandma. The vanity stool. The stupid beach photos. Madison’s car insurance. The years.

Instead I said, “You did enough.”

Mom grabbed Dad’s arm. “We’re leaving.”

He let her pull him halfway to continue reading …