On My Birthday I Stood In Front Of Everyone With A Black Eye

had I heard it before?

I thought back over the last few years, through the fog of grief and gaslighting. It was a casual conversation, months ago. Vanessa had been complaining about her family, a rare moment of unguarded talk.

“My dad was a real piece of work,” she’d said with a bitter laugh. “Arthur Vance. A big-shot businessman in his own mind. Left continue reading …