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“Honey,” she said, her voice that particular shade of too-calm she uses when chaos is brewing beneath. “Do you remember Richard?”

He didn’t cry. He didn’t shout. He just stopped sanding, set down the tool, and said, “I know.” my moms love triangle 2

“What about him?” I asked.

Not the dutiful kind. The hungry kind. I agreed to meet them both—my mother and Richard—at a diner on the edge of town. She wanted me to “see that he’s not a monster.” I wanted to see if the monster had simply learned to wear a better mask. “Honey,” she said, her voice that particular shade