Because I could hear everything hidden underneath his silence.
I’ve heard worse.
I’m used to this.
People always think they’re being original.
My parents didn’t care that Jordan was one of the most talented architects in Chicago. They didn’t care that he treated me with more patience, loyalty, and kindness than anyone I had ever known.
To them, he was simply a joke that walked into rooms.
And it never stopped.
A year after the wedding, Jordan told them over dinner that he grew up in an orphanage because his biological parents abandoned him as a baby.
I expected sympathy.
Instead, my father laughed.
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