My mom never liked my wife

”

I never questioned it.

I stumble to my feet, heart pounding. I grab the entire box of letters, shove it in my duffel bag, and race out of the house. I drive home like a madman, every red light a suggestion, every second heavier than the last. When I pull into our driveway, the porch light is already on. Emma steps outside, smiling.

“Hey, babe,” she continue reading …