His hand tightened around the locket.
“Before she died,” he said, “your mother begged me to stay silent.” Mother’sDay gifts
A chill rushed through me.
“About what?”
Victor glanced toward the kitchen window where Mom used to watch him whenever she thought I wasn’t paying attention.
“About who I am.”
Every afternoon, my mother packed three meals.
Two remained on our worn kitchen table.
The third went into whichever plastic container she had washed and saved for Victor.
I hated it.
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