you, not searching for proof that he hated you,” my mother answered softly.
We moved to Tucson the next week.
My father began working at a regional firm, while my mother settled into early retirement.
Changing cities didn’t magically fix everything. Some mornings, I still missed Brendan. I remembered good dinners or rare afternoons when he seemed genuinely affectionate.
Whenever nostalgia tried to rewrite the past, I opened the revenge folder, read Revenge 96, and remembered exactly who he was.
I found a part-time job at a downtown bakery and
