My 4year old son pointed at my wife across the dinner table and called her « the monster. » At first, I thought it was a child being rude. Then he told me he had seen her changing the labels on my sister’s dresses when she thought no one was watching.
The night everything broke apart felt ordinary.
Rain tapped the window above the sink.
Leo wanted the blue cup instead of the green one, and Sarah laughed while she spooned pasta onto his plate.
