NOBODY FROM MY FAMILY CAME TO MY GRADUATION

that was fair, because it was.

Tamsin watched from the porch. She didn’t come down.

I drove the three hours back with the photo on the passenger seat, face up, a woman I’d carried inside my own face for twenty-four years riding shotgun. The diploma cover was on the floor of the back seat where I’d thrown it.

Somewhere around the second hour I started continue reading …