As I looked at that family photo, the laughter seemed almost to echo in my mind, taunting me with what I’d lost.
Dusting off the photo, I took in the happiness on their faces—such easy, carefree smiles, all together and at peace.
I swallowed hard, feeling the sting of tears as I thought about Harry, my own son, who was lost to me now.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
He wouldn’t even answer my calls, and wouldn’t hear my side of the story. My cheating husband James had made sure of that, convincing him I was the one who left, that I had abandoned them.
“Lucy, is everything alright?” Miss Kinsley’s voice startled me, pulling me back to the reality of her spotless home.
