I didn’t immediately notice that I wasn’t alone. In the darkest corner, huddled in a ball, sat an elderly woman. She wore an old but well-made coat, and her eyes were hidden by large, dark sunglasses—the kind people with visual impairments wore. Her head was bowed; she seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly, the old woman…
With those words, he floored the gas. The car sped away, kicking up a cloud of dust. I stood frozen, utterly alone. No wallet, no phone. He had taken everything. Despair rose in my throat like an icy wave. I slumped onto the shaky wooden bench under the rusted metal roof of the shelter, tears…
He smiled, a cruel, unfamiliar smile. “There is no person, Naomi. There’s only you and your problem with money. You didn’t want to help, so figure out your problems on your own.” The realization dawned on me slowly, chillingly. “What do you mean?” “I mean, I’m leaving you and your debts and your constant whining….
After about thirty minutes, he suddenly veered off the highway and stopped next to a dilapidated bus shelter. There was no one around, just empty fields. “Get out,” he said curtly. “Why? I don’t understand.” “Get. Out. We’re here.” I obediently opened the door and stepped onto the shoulder. The wind immediately whipped my hair…
“We are family!” The desperation in my voice made me hate myself. “Please, Mom. The kids were so excited. I made pies. We can squeeze in somewhere.” Jessica appeared behind Mom now, wearing a cream-colored cashmere sweater that probably cost more than my monthly rent. “Seriously,” she said, her contempt unconcealed. “You actually drove here without confirming?…
Dad’s voice boomed from somewhere near the living room. “Some people just don’t get hints about being unwanted.” The laughter that followed felt like knives. Multiple people laughing at me, at my kids standing in the cold. Mom’s expression shifted to something almost triumphant. “You really should learn to read the room, Sarah. Jessica is…
“Sarah, you really should have called ahead.” She spoke louder now, performing for someone behind her. “This is so awkward.” From deeper inside the house, Jessica’s voice rang out, sharp with amusement. “Mom, hurry up! My friend Brittney’s kids are also coming. We need the extra room.” I stood there, rain soaking into my jacket,…
The door cracked open maybe six inches. Mom’s face appeared in the gap, and something about her expression made my stomach drop. She wasn’t smiling. Not really. Her lips curved up, but her eyes were cold, calculating. “Oh dear,” her voice dripped with false surprise. “We forgot to text you. You’re not needed. It’s only…
“We’re here!” I announced with forced cheerfulness, shaking the kids awake. “Come on, guys. Let’s go see everyone.” I smoothed down their hair, grabbed the pies from the trunk, and we hurried through the cold drizzle to the front door. I knocked, balancing the pie carrier against my hip. Through the frosted glass panel beside…
My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Marcus was a classmate, yes, but he was also gay and engaged to his partner of six years. We studied together because we were on the same research project. There was nothing inappropriate about our friendship. “That’s not—I can explain,” I started, but Patricia had already stood…