The Cost of Forgiving You
Language: en
After the eighth time Mom and Dad signed and tore up their divorce papers, something in Dad broke. He stopped asking if Mom was coming home at night. He stopped staring at the faint, sweet-smelling smudges on her collar. Even when my older sister, Lucy, started calling Damian "Daddy," Dad didn't flinch. Instead, Dad made a new rule: every time they mentioned Damian's name in our house, they owed him a hundred grand. After that day, Dad’s phone buzzed constantly with the chimes of bank notifications. When Mom brought up divorce yet again, Dad was eerily quiet. “Damian’s suicidal, Leo,” Mom…