They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

at my mother.

“Mom.”

She lowered her hands.

There was lipstick on her fingers.

“He told me Rachel came home after,” Ben said. “He told me she was out with friends.”

My mother shook her head once. Not denial. Not yes either. Just that awful middle place where cowards live.

Ben’s chair scraped back.

He stood, still holding the picture.

“Rachel.”

I hated hearing continue reading …