My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

or even the polite pretense of considering my perspective. They were not sorry for what they had done to me. They were furious that I had finally closed the tap.

That absence of regret, that complete lack of anything resembling introspection, was the final piece I needed.

I picked up my phone and scrolled to a different name.

Paige had been my college continue reading …