I had been living with guilt for years.
The weight of it pressing down on me like a stone in my chest. Dad resented me for being the reason Mom died, but he had forgotten something: I was the one who had caught him. Caught him and his affair with my aunt—now my stepmother. I had only made it easier for him. He’d wanted to marry her, wanted to leave Mom, and I had just given him reason to.
I hated myself for that. But more than that, I hated how it all turned out. How everything unraveled.
23 years ago...
I was only 4. Just a child, innocent in the way children are, unaware of the tangled mess I was about to walk into. I remember the day clearly though. Aunt Jadeline, who had been away for so long finally returned. I didn’t know why she had been gone, only that I missed her. I rushed t
