S O P H I E
I’m curious about my mother and Bruce. They don’t seem like a fit, but when I really thought about it, I don’t think I could picture my mother with anyone.
She didn’t care for affection or seem like she would ever play with the idea of marriage. I’m not sure how I came to be, and the topic of my father was never brought up.
“If you call it that,” her reply perks my attention, and I can tell by the look she shoots me that she caught my reaction.
“They were married on paper only; it was for work.”
“Shocking,” I say, letting the sarcasm bleed through my words.
Everything was for work, but I couldn’t help but feel the relief that follows. Lily runs her finger around the top of her coffee mug, studying me as if debating what to say.
“Do you miss her?” she asks, a slight tone
