room, but our house felt colder tha
filled with his dismissive ang
for our daughter' s school project, I
od ran
ccharine poems, and their grotesque plans for
, about my "lack of understanding" for
hor," his "twin flame"-a bond "spi
I confronted them, only to be shoved, h
fury and baffling pleas from my own mot
elt tilted,
ctive villain who had "ruined everything," whil
discovering his affair, for being a
illusion: I was to formally apologize to Oli
ent the rage tur
ouldn't be
, devastating storm