“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

that rarely mentioned his name publicly.

One evening, he called me from an unfamiliar number.

“Claire,” he whispered, “was any of it real?”

I looked down at Lily sleeping against my chest.

“My love was.”

He started crying.

I felt no satisfaction.

No anger.

Only freedom.

I ended the call, blocked the number, and watched sunlight spread across the water.

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