The doctor trying to save my life in the delivery room was my ex-husband—the same man who left me pregnant in the rain. What I told him made him stumble back.

second time.

The second slap was quieter than the first, or maybe the room had simply accepted what kind of people were sitting in it.

Forks hovered above plates.

Aunt Diane stared at a water stain near the ceiling like the stain might rescue her from choosing a side.

One cousin rolled his thumb along the stem of his wineglass again and again.

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