My mom found a boyfriend

the confident arrogance—it’s all still there. And only I seem to see it.

I try to eat, but every bite tastes like betrayal.

“So,” Mom says, sipping her wine, “how do you two like each other?”

I nearly choke. Aaron laughs—too smoothly. “She seems like a wonderful young woman. Smart. I can see where she gets it from.”

I drop my fork.

“I need some air,” I continue reading …