My mom found a boyfriend

sense of the impossible image before me—Aaron, standing beside my mother, his arm casually wrapped around her waist, his smile as confident as ever. His eyes flick to mine, and I see it—the flicker of recognition. He knows exactly who I am. And worse, he’s pretending like he doesn’t.

“Sweetheart,” my mom beams, “this is Aaron! Isn’t he handsome?”

I force continue reading …