My father texted me, ‘To us, you’re already dead,’ and I only replied,

the courthouse steps. Isabel stood beside me. Veronica was a few feet away. For once, my father did not have a house, a table, or a family audience to make himself larger.

“You think she’s your mother now?” he asked, looking at Isabel with disgust.

I looked at him.

“She always was.”

His face hardened.

“We gave you everything.”

“No,” I said. “You gave me continue reading …